"Fluffy"

Last night Kent and I went out on a date!  It was wonderful, we hadn't been out by ourselves in what seemed like forever!  We did dinner and a movie and some shopping.  We were downtown and I jetted into the White House Black Market store.  I love this store, their stuff is so cute, just not typically in my price range.  I was able to splurge though, one of my oldest, dearest, bestest, friends is getting married!  I am honored to be in her wedding and was told to get a black dress.  No guidelines, no suggestions, just this: "Find a dress that you can wear again, just probably not a jersey knit T-shirt dress."  :)  Yes, she's pretty darn funny, or just lacks confidence in my style.  :)

The first dress I tried on last night fit!  I was thrilled, dresses have always been hard for me to find.  I bought it on the spot!  Kent knows that dress shopping is not always fun or successful for me, so he chose to sit on the bench in the mall.  This morning I wanted to get his opinion.  Ellie was in the bedroom with me while I was putting it on.  I went all out, I pulled the spanx out so I could get the full effect on how it should look.  As I am cramming myself into these things, that I have worn once in my life years and years ago, Ellie says, "Mom, I have fluffy skin too, look."  As she is trying to pull her cute, soft, perfect skin away from her little tummy. 

Umm, yeah your skin isn't quite as "fluffy" as my tummy that you and your sister lived in for 10 months!  She's so cute, I think she was trying to let me know that it's normal/ok that I have to shove my "fluffy" skin into nylon that is being stretched to its limits.

Kenz, I will send you a picture of the dress that my fluffy tummy is stuffed into, you can let me know if it will be appropriate.  I know it sounds amazing with this awesome description!  :)