So I get out of the ER. I’m groggy from mass amounts of pain killers, and tired from a day with a spasming belly. It’s funny how pain makes you tired, and combined with the drugs, I’m not walking in a straight line. I collapse facedown in bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.
I look down at my iphone 5, it’s a text from a guy friend, we’d kept missing each others phone calls over the weekend trying to catch up.
“Hey! You want to talk?”
“Sorry, just got out of the hospital. I was stuck in the ER all day and I’m on a lot of morphine.” I figured that would be enough to send him scurrying. He has the same habit of being incredibly busy that I do.
“Alright, but can I call and ask one question that will make you feel better?”
“Sure, but be prepared for a nonsensical answer : )”
That was our conversation verbatim. I had to look it up because I don’t actually remember that much. So my friend Ridge is in NROTC, which is a precursor to the Navy. And once a year, they have the Navy Ball. Which is what he asked me to. And, despite already having been home a month and gone through surgery, I said yes. So, these are my trials and tribulations as a zombie princess.
Ok, enough scary zombie things. Researching online for these pictures are going to give me nightmares.
As weird as this sounds, his invitation actually came at the perfect time. It’s given me something to look forward to instead of months of just sitting around and taking medicine. I go to bed at 9:00 because I only have x amount of weeks before the ball and I want to be as healthy as possible. I get to spend hours giggling with Pie while looking for gowns (modcloth and Anthropologie surprisingly had the best). So here our some of our favorites (that we didn’t pick but definitely served as eye candy).
I would buy this instantly A) if it weren’t so expensive and B) If I didn’t already have a great dress at home. But you can dream right?
So indie, so cute, and so…. white. I read the comments (half were brides) and realized I didn’t want to scare my poor friend to death. But it’s just sooooooo ack adorable
Just found this one. Not buying it, but this is my (and your) excuse to look at pretty dresses : )
In all honesty, I almost bought this one. it has that perfect blend of formal and dancibility. Plus, it kind of takes your breath away.
I think there is some chemical in the female brain that just pumps out the serotonin when theres a pretty dress around. They’re definitely rarer than one might think, I’m shocked and appalled by the amount of ugly dresses in the world. Especially the gowns. There are too many rhinestones, they’re too tight, and that silly mermaid fit comes up all the time!
Well, the dress is done. But there’s this problem that haunts the darkest recesses of my X chromosomes. Make up. Dagnabit, it just isn’t a good thing. I mean, it’s a skill. And it’s one I think men just assume we know, maybe they think it develops during our gestation or something. Either way, it totally didn’t with me. I just know there’s a fine line between looking like Taylor Swift and Snooki. Between being a princess or a pumpkin.
So, panic ensued when I realized that I was going to a Navy ball, with all the pomp and circumstance. And I had to look like a put together adult woman (albeit a 20 year old one). Pencil liner? I can do that. Lip stain? Yeah maybe. But liquid liner that will stay in place all night with complementary eyeshadow? Pssshaw dream on.
Not to mention foundation. Gah. Texted my older sister in a panic, and she forced me to go to Macy’s and get a tutorial in using Clinique. Blush, foundation, all the primers in the world, and the whole shebang. It works, but it’s difficult. Pie tried doing a spontaneous eye design for her high school project on China, done in 15 min no mistakes. Dang artists. Dang my shaky hands. It’s getting easier. But our friend turned to me the other day and told me I need to practice every day, twice a day, before I’ll get good at it. So, it’s getting there. Flawless skin and lovely lashes are just around the corner, I think.
Hah, last problem, hair. For the past few years I’ve had a boy’s short haircut. It was easier to deal with when I first got sick and was constantly feverish. Plus, it’s wicked cute with dresses. But I grew it out this summer and I decided to take a crash course on hair. And who better to look to than a fashion icon of the century? Grace Kelly
As Mika sings…
“I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!”
Hah, it’s a great song. For the past few weeks I’ve been looking at her hair with great jealousy and interest.
I personally think this was a set up. She probably woke up with perfect hair. I mean, people do not become princesses of Morocco by being very good at faking it. She was the real deal, gorgeous and sophisticated. Luckily I found a video for those of us who aren’t so lucky.
So I’m teaching myself to use a Remington Hair Setter. Lets just say the first few attempts made me look like Shirley Temple. Pie nearly died and when I told Ridge he had a slightly panicked note in his voice. What? Looking like Shirley Temple isn’t the goal here? Heheh : )
Eh, so I’m a brunette with circles under my eyes from being on medical leave. So what? For one night, I get to be a princess. I get the chance to forget I’m really a zombie. And I think we all deserve that, to feel pretty for a moment. So as much as I joke that this is a lot of nonsense, I secretly like it. I hope you guys have ways you get to feel pretty/handsome/cute/awesome for a little while. Because we were made to be so. And I think we get down on ourselves a little too often about feeling sick and gross. So, look out for experiences in your life you can make special. Because we have to put some effort in too. Anyways, hope you guys have excellent weekends and hopefully more posts will ensue!