I’ve never really been a girly girl.
Craig often says the reason he married me was because I could drink beer better than him.
I was always too busy to being a blokey chick and running around the world to worry about frilly dresses, make up and fancy hair dos.
It always seemed like too much money and too much hassle to get myself all prettied up and to stay that way.
I often feel great trepidation when it comes to going out for a girly day or night out, because I never feel pretty enough. I never have the clothes to wear or the know how to make my hair and make up all beautiful and stylish.
My sister in law hen’s day was coming up and it was a day at the races. I had no idea how I was going to muster up the style that is required for Ladies Day at the races.
I hurriedly chose whatever dress I could find at the local clothes store. I wasn’t real happy with it, the purple colour was way darker than I would normally wear, but I didn’t have the time to really look anywhere else. And hiding underneath that was the fear that I wouldn’t find anything else that looked good anyway so just settle for it.
My next dilemma was to find shoes, and after looking at several shoe stores in Sydney and gasping at the prices, I decided that maybe an alternative plan was needed. I knew I had shoes at home so it was time to change the dress I wasn’t really happy with.
Mum took me into Myers, a place I’ve never shopped at before because I get scared of department stores, they feel too stiff to me for some reason.
There were plenty of sales happening so I started browsing the racks thinking that I wouldn’t really find anything.
Then I found the Stella rack and every dress on it I loved. What had I been missing out on?
I pulled six off the rack, grabbed Kalyra’s hand and marched straight to the dressing room.
The red dress Kalyra loved but I had to veto her for the fuchsia pink dress that I felt was way more me.
As soon as I put it on on I knew it was the one. And for the first time in my life, I felt like a real woman of fashion and I realized that I had been missing out.
This is what women should be able to feel like in clothes that gently molded to your skin and sashay around you in a stylish manner making you feel like a million bucks
And I needed to feel like a million bucks.
I did not hesitate to hand over my card and pay way over what I would normally pay for an item of clothing, unless it was a travel related waterproof jacket or something.
I walked out of there with a spring in my step.
A fuchsia pink dress will do that to you.
Do you like dressing up and feeling like a real woman?