I went shopping. And I bought two fancy-schmancy festive tops. To go with my A-line, floor length satin gown that I thought would be perfect for the evenings to come.
I got home and immediately tried my new outfits on. The phone rang. As I was talking, I wandered out to the living room where we've got this great big mirror.
I nearly died.
I thought. "OMG. I look like Kirsty Alley before Jenny Craig."
I mentioned this to my friend, on the other end of the phone, and like any good girlfriend she assured me that I looked just fine, I'm too hard on myself, it's the perfect outfit.
I hung up, reassured that the outfit would work.
Then, my new husband came home and I still needed a little MORE reassurance, I asked him how he liked the new outfit.
Do you want to know what he said?!?!?!
(My new husband of two weeks!!!)
This is what he said:
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but...um...it kind of reminds me of something Kirstie Alley would wear. Before Jenny Craig."
Oh man. Sometimes, the honesty's to much.