Being cinched up - makes me glad we don't live in the 1800s
It's somewhat ironic and completely NOT by design or predetermination that my post tonight is about a pageant and comes just one day after a post that made mention of pageants.
Girls that left happy
Anyway, this time was an improvement on her last effort. Here's a quick comparison between the two. I would do a fancy-shmancy table but blogger is being difficult tonight so the following is as fancy as it gets.
10. Coaching by Meg
John-Heath liked watching the pageant. I don't know whether to be thankful he was somewhat still or worried - that my 4-year-old son liked watching a pageant. He was overheard making comments to Megan and Kafrin (Katherine) like "Oooh. That dress is pretty. It has sprinkles (sequins) all over it", "Ren is pretty. She looks like a big, red crab", "Smile, Ren", and "That's my sister."
Back home - posting the news on her MySpace account
Ren was overheard in her mind saying these things. Smile. 3 seconds. Walk. Remember, heel to toe. Pause 5 seconds. Pivet and turn. 5 more seconds. More walking. Keep smiling. Almost done. Eyes on the judges as you exi...Crap! Look out - trophy table!
P.S. Do you want to know a secret? Really? Okay then. But you can't tell anyone. Lean in a bit. Closer. A little closer. Ren's dress - the one she wore tonight - is actually a wedding dress. Evidently, red is the going color in Europe for wedding dresses now so the White Room purchased it to sell in their bridal shop. When it didn't sell (we southern girls still prefer white it seems) they moved it to the formal wear side of their store. Anyway, that's why the train on it was so long when she wore it for the homecoming court. For the pageant we had the train length decreased from chapel length to brush length. Shhhh. Remember. You're the only one I've told.