The Pretty Much a Fairytale Fairytale

 "You may wear whatever you would like ..."
Words I never thought I'd hear from a retailer, I felt as though I had stepped into a fairy tale.    

This is what happens when you have friends that make things happen.    I have one such friend. She is the epitome of a powerhouse woman.   She has dreams, and she conquers them.  She has goals and she sees them through.  This woman attracts people that share her powerhouse woman status, and because of them and their hard work, the night of  "For the Love of Opera" could happen.

On Sunday I was a part of a fundraiser fashion show/ concert gala.  I was both a model and a performer... I volunteered for this position not realizing all the perks that would follow.   Sunday arrived and after a short hour of run through I was whisked away with the other 7 models to get our hair done.   Arriving at the salon we were greeted by style savvy stylists that sat us down on chairs and began the transformation process.   My poker straight - still wet from my morning shower - hair was bubble wand-ed and braided to create the best up-do I have personally ever had.   It appeared as though the process of braiding, curling and up-doing was effortless for my stylist...et voila!  I was finished in what seemed like less than an hour!  

For a short period after that, the day took on a leisurely quality.   We sat and chatted over coffee while we waited for the next appointment.  We fortunate enough to have had our makeup done for us.   (the whole day I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming) 


With the makeup set and lashes in place we left for the venue.    The morning practice of walking the runway brought out my inner goof to compensate for how incredible out of place I felt... but for the real thing I had to zone in and focus otherwise I would have been laughing hysterically all the way done the red carpet runway.   For the 20 minutes of walking, I felt like a super model- despite my 5'5'frame and probably uber-dork expression.   This day made me wish I could add a few more inches to my height.    I loved feeling pampered and enjoyed the rush of being rushed to get the clothes on in between struttin' my stuff. 

The night didn't stop there, oh no!   After the fashion show, the dress that I picked when they said,"you may wear whatever you like" was waiting for me.  I got about 2 glorious hours in a gorgeous "borrowed" gown.  This part made me feel like I had swapped bodies with a celebrity, or jumped in to Cinderella. 

The night was a huge success, and will forever be imprinted in my mind as the day I stepped into a fairytale.   Well, now that I think about it... in order for it to be a fairytale I guess there would have to be a prince charming.    hmm... maybe one.   For now it will be the "pretty much a fairytale fairytale

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