It's funny how a couple hours and cute little dress can change your whole outlook.
I was still fairly mopey this afternoon, but a little crying on Chris's shoulder helped give me some perspective on why I was such a basket-case (more on said perspective later). I couldn't wallow in my pity party too long…we had a family get-together at my sister-in-law's this afternoon.
Plus, a girl can only stand so much wallowing.
I'd bought a dress last night on a whim. It's a bold color and a sort of watermelon-y salmon shade of pink. I always tended to avoid both pinks (they rarely look good on a redhead, despite what Molly Ringwald has to say) and bold colors, but no more! The dress also has shorter sleeves and a shorter hemline than I've worn in YEARS, and it's definitely not in the style of the tents that I used to wear to hide my body in. But it was cute, it called to me, and I was determined to wear it today.
After all, it was just family, and family is fairly forgiving on fashion faux-pas'.
I hadn't anticipated having to make a quick dash through the incredibly busy supermarket to get a couple last minute things.
I mean, that's the public!
The dress was working for me, though. I only had little of the 'everyone's-looking-at-me complex while there. I walked out with my groceries and my head held high, feeling good.
Getting compliments from the in-laws (and the in-laws' in-laws!) didn't hurt, either!
What really flipped my day and my attitude all around, though, was this.
All that whining, moping, poor-me stuff just got tossed right out the window- right now, I'm all smiles.
I can't help but be very pleased with myself, and very proud.