The power of a dress

First, thank you for all of the love and support after Friday’s post. It was hard to write but I needed to do it. I find healing through not only writing, but through sharing and connecting with others. A lot of my feelings of grief seemed to hit yesterday morning, which I expected with it being Mother’s Day. I just felt all around sad. It was really nice having my sister in town, who talked me through everything and helped me get from Point A (sad, unmotivated and BLAH) to Point B (positive, motivated and DOLLED UP).

I had a baby shower to attend and though I was nervous I might have a sob-fest in the middle of all the talk of babies and pregnancy, I thought really hard about it and suddenly my attitude changed. I realized that if anything could make me feel better about my current situation, celebrating a new life was it. How could I wallow in the misery of losing my pregnancy when a close friend was blessed with the miracle of becoming a mother (and it truly is a miracle)? The shower was lovely and fun and it felt good to get out and see close friends on a very special day. My sister “styled me” to a T and I wish I could hire her to be my very own Rachel Zoe. We pulled out my inner Charlotte from Sex and the City with this outfit, and I couldn’t help but think of the episode in which she suffers from a miscarriage and finds the thestrength to attend Bradyâ€™s first birthday party after watching the E! â€œTrue Hollywood Story of Elizabeth Taylor.” Dressing like the legendary fashion icon gave her the oomph she needed to get out of bed and get her groove back!