Hi everyone, Katie here.
Well you boy cats out there may as well tune out now. This one is strictly for the girls.
Thank you for all those great comments on my Choo Choo post! It seems all girls speak the universal language of SHOES.
Many of you have asked to see the rest of Glogirly's party outfit and I have managed to come through with advance photos of the entire ensemble. It hasn't been easy. The dress is still at the tailor's shop. Jewelry is still somewhat of a question. Pearls or rhinestones, silver or gold... decisions, decisions. But I promise not to disappoint!
Let me first tell you that this is a very special outfit for Glogirly. You see, she'd never admit it, but she's not felt comfortable in anything really "pretty" for many, many years. Like lots of us, she's seen the numbers on the scale get bigger and bigger each year. And each year she's worked harder and harder at hiding her figure underneath very plain clothing. She hasn't been able to even wear a pair of heels for about 10 years because of weight related problems with her feet.
Then, almost a year ago, everything changed.
That's when her doctor called her and gave her the news. You have diabetes. It was last New Years Eve. The doctor called while she was at the grocery store picking up some last minute items for a special dinner she was making for Gloman. Staring at the beef tenderloin and carrot cake in her cart, she could hardly believe what her doctor was saying on the other end of the phone. She came home and burst into tears as she told Gloman what had happened. I tried to stay out of it, but was of course concerned. Glogirly doesn't cry often. She cried when her dad died. I was there. She cried when I ate the ribbon and had to have emergency surgery. Obviously, I was there. The only other times she has cried is when Gloman gives her a really sweet card and writes something inside about how much he loves her. That's a very different type of cry though. I get the impression she loves that kind of cry.
But this time, Glogirly was crying because she was scared. Scared that she would die a young woman and leave her sweet Gloman and wonderful cat behind way too soon. She was scared that she'd lose her sight or her foot. She was ashamed that she may have done something to cause this to happen. Too many donuts, too little exercise. Turns out it all boils down to genetics. It was only recently that she had found her birth family and learned how prevalent diabetes was in her genes. That's why she went to the doctor and asked to be screened for it.
So the very next day, New Years Day, she changed her life.
She learned how to eat correctly. She started exercising everyday. She tested her blood sugar a gazillion times a day. I'm still a little peeved that she won't let me play with her test strips.
She looked at each day as an opportunity to learn how her body reacts to everything she puts in it and everything she does to it. Very quickly she started to feel so much better. And I could tell there was a little less of her too. After just a couple of weeks she said she had lost me. What? I was still there!!! But what she meant was that she had lost the equivalent of me in pounds. Phew... had me scared she was losing more than just weight.
9-ish pounds of me.
Soon she had lost as much as the gigantic box of cat litter.
Then an even huger bag of dog food.
...not that I'd ever allow any dog food into the townhouse.
After a few months she had even lost as much as the big missle that her stepson, Gabe the Marine, has to carry on his back. It's BIG.
And now, after losing 9 of me, she's only
about one more of me away from her goal.
So that's why this party outfit is a pretty big deal. The party itself is this Friday at Gloman's ad agency. Glogirly will be going there by herself because he'll already be there. He doesn't even know that she's going to show up in something other than her usual black pant suit. In fact, he's never even seen her in a dress. Not even when they got married. (they had a super casual outdoor wedding and she wore linen pants.) Her goal is to make the guy who is never, ever at loss for words, completely and totally speechless. I think she can pull it off.
Ok, here are the details... I'm sure that Gloman will have his camera with him and there will be many photos taken. Don't worry... I'll share! Oh, and no need to worry about Gloman seeing my blog. He rarely reads it. Hmmph!
Black stretch satin by Kay Unger.
Glogirly is taking the hem up a couple inches to just above the knee.
Donna Karan Waist Embrace Body Shaper.
Just a little non-surgical tummy tuck.
Pearls & Rhinestones.
Post earrings, classic necklace & cocktail ring.
Glogirly's hairstylist is going to recreate this glamourous Hollywood look for her. She found it on the cover of W.
And of course. The SHOES.
It's always begins and ends with the shoes.