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Pinked Out: Not Quite Belle of the Ball


Well, I’m officially losing my mind! Every February, my husband and I attend the Mayor’s Ball, and for some reason this year, it just slipped my mind! I’ve been extremely busy with family obligations lately, all while fighting a massive breast infection, so I can understand why I forgot, I’m just not happy about it. Let me explain…

The Mayor’s Ball is quite the event here in town, everyone spends oodles of money on gowns, heels, manicures, the works! So you would think I’d have my Sh*t together and be all set for the big night…right? WRONG! You can only imagine the look of shock on my face when my husband comes home last night and asks “So, are you excited to go to the ball this weekend?” I must have looked liked the Tasmanian devil inside my closet this morning throwing around gowns, heels and clutches from previous years searching for something that actually fit. If only my boobs were just 4 cup sizes smaller, I might not look like a porn star trying to fit in at a conservative ball…I swear, breastfeeding has turned me into a real life Betty Boop, and that’s NO JOKE!

To be quite honest, this is the first major event I’ve been to since I gave birth and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little bit nervous. I mean, there is going to be a lot of people there, and just the thought of me trying to squeeze into a gown and pretend that I don’t weigh 20 some odd pounds lbs. heavier than I did last year, well it’s going to be tough!

So I’m off to go scour the boutiques around here in hopes that I’ll find that perfect gown and pray that it fits in all the right places, hides the extra rolls of fat I’m carrying around and ultimately flattens my significantly larger chest, because I don’t have nearly enough time to get the darn thing altered.  This is what I ultimately have in mind…


But in order for that to happen, I’m going to need a miracle to ready by Saturday night. I’m scrambling as it is to find someone to watch the baby while I get my nails done…Let’s just say it doesn’t look good. With my luck, I’ll be headed to the Ball with cracked, unpolished nails, my hair a tangled mess and a gown that is 4 sizes too small. Something tells me, I’ll look nothing like Cinderella! Wish me luck!


  1. Darby Lohrding says:

    Please post a pic! You should be happy for your extra weight and chest for you have your healthy baby as a pay off….exercise can help you lose the weight yet exercise would never get you a baby!!!!
    People say anything then pop out a pic of your babe and all is more than explained away…not like you need to explain anything!

  2. I can’t wait to see what you came up with. I’m sure you looked great!

  3. Wow, that sounds like a nightmare I’ve had about not being ready for a major exam at school.
    I hope it all comes together and you have a wonderful time!

  4. Oh, you must give a full report about your night out!
    Hope you found a wonderful dress! AND, had a nice time with your man!

  5. You’re going to wonderful no matter you go in!! I hope you have a great time!

  6. you will be fine your fab remember?

  7. I can’t wait to hear what you end up with

  8. Hey!!! I am sure everything looked wonderful. At least you have some dresses in your closet…I have a jumbled pile or wrinkled and stained shirts with some jeans. I feel the need to feminine it up a bit…maybe that will be the Life Starring Ellie and Eve challenge this spring…

    Post some pics.

    PS. I am sure you hubby has no complaints about the knockers 😛

  9. That dress is so so beautiful. I hope you found someone!! Btw, i totally forgot about this post needing to be published, but now you can give us a follow up!!!


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