Boots and Earrings.

{darling cassie's wedding day, 2007}

Tonight I wore clothes I haven't worn since before I was pregnant with Morgan. Oh, my precious collection of darling apparel from my younger years. I miss you, cute clothes! I miss you. And I've replaced you with cotton shirts and sweats.

Because, you see, I go for comfort these days. Usually. Except for special occasions.

And tonight was one of those (mostly, because I actually left the house alone).

I wore a red sweater with a striped collar and dangling earrings. I wore black leather boots and one of my vintage wool coats.

I left Morgan with Bella (and Jared).

I joined the women in the ward for dinner. For raspberry-pretzel dessert. For Christmas songs. And while we sat, we ate. And talked. About the frigid weather, about wild children, about giving birth. And as much as I tend to excuse myself from church activity (aside from Sunday worship, of course), it was a delightful time. I felt a part of the chatty, female race again, which, I must admit, was kind of nice.

I felt Christmas-ey. I felt cute.

I felt like my mom. I felt like my mom in a certain memory I have of when I was the little one being left at home for the evening by a dolled up, lovely smelling, pearl-wearing mother.

Tonight, I left home dressed up and femininely bundled, even my shoes clinked like hers as I walked out the door.

It was a lovely night, indeed.