Little Blue Dress

So I was going through this blog looking for previous mentionings of my "little blue dress" and was surprised to see I hadn't said anything about it.

You see, before the surgery I saw a little blue dress at the Ameristar Casino store. It was a relatively simple little number. Colbalt blue with some sequence at the top and some spaghetti straps. It went to about mid calf and had a sort of gypsy skirt. It was pretty but simple.

And I really really liked it. I knew they didn't have them in my size, I was 2x pushing 3 at the time but whenever I'd walk passed the store front and see the dress there I'd mentally say something along the lines of "Some day, Little Blue Dress... someday." In many ways that Little Blue Dress was the key factor in my decision to have the surgery. I'd almost called this blog "mylittlebluedress".

Eventually I stopped going to Ameristar as often, so I saw the dress less and less, and then the store's inventory changed to keep up with the seasons and life went on. I eventually forgot about my Little Blue Dress.

Until tonight.

Dad called me upstairs and presented me with a plastic Ameristar bag and I thought to myself "Oh great, another t-shirt" (they'd picked me up a shirt that was a size too big over the weekend and I assumed they were trying to swap it out).

It took a few seconds before I realized I was holding my Little Blue Dress. "It won't fit" were the first words out of my mouth. Mom suggested that it would probably be too big, and dad offered to take it back for the next size down. I pulled the material as far as it would give and did a mental calculation of the stretch vs. my size. "It'll be too small, it won't fit."

But guess what.

I fit in my Little Blue Dress.

Mexico day at work

Will update later.