Mama's Night Out

I don't go out much.  Which is totally fine.  I pretty much love hanging with the babies most of the time.  But every now and then...  oh how fun it is!  Thank goodness my sweet husband was game to take Daddy duty Sunday afternoon, so I could go out and celebrate a girlfriend's upcoming wedding.

A group of about ten of us went out on the town, enjoying a wine tasting in Durham and dinner out afterward.  I spent the better part of the morning performing a mental inventory of my closet and deciding what outfit would make me look the least like a tired mom of twin almost-two-year-olds.  I settled on a new shirt I picked up last weekend, which is incredibly forgiving, breathable and somehow manages not to look too much like a maternity top.   I paired that with a pair of skinny jeans.  Which, by the way, do not in any way help you look skinny.  (That label, paired with a good sale price, did however make me snatch them up after the kids were born...  not sure if it was the sleep deprivation, the hormones, or the deluded hopes that my legs would ever resemble the pre-twin me.)  But in any case, I didn't pass any mirrors all night so the jeans at least make me feel fashionable.  And reminded me not to snack too much at the wine tasting, despite the ah-mazing cheese selection.  Imagine sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner completely wrapped in duct tape.  You get the idea.  And then there were the shoes. 

Oh, yes.  I took these hot rods out of the shoe garage for a spin.  I've been hoarding them for longer than I care to admit.  Waiting to be in better shape.  To update my wardrobe.  To have my toenails painted.  But I finally decided, unless aliens abduct me and return me to Earth with all those changes made, I am going to be waiting a real...  long... time...  like maybe forever.  So I threw on some neutral polish, my jeans and squeezed my cankles into those bad boys.  And I didn't care how they made me look.  They made me feel good.  They reminded me that I hadn't actually forgotten how to walk in high heels.  That I, in fact, at one time could dance, really fast in them, backwards!  That I could wear a color other than black or grey.  And that I do indeed have some fashion sense left underneath all the t-shirts and yoga pants.  

Yes, Mama needed a night out with these shoes.  Which now have a very visible spot in my closet.  In case, you know, the hubs decides to whisk me out for dinner and a movie sometime...  or the aliens come.