Return of the Trophy Wife

iKeith and I went to a party Saturday night at his office in Downtown Denver. It was a party to celebrate all of the sports apps* that they have completed this year. A fabulous little soirée with great food, an open bar and live music.

As soon as I found out about the party, and that iKeith wanted me to dress up...I started going through all my dresses and trying to figure out what to wear. I sent out tweets, emails and facebook messages asking what color shoes to wear and I didn't eat carbs for three days so that I'd look really good in my dress.

This would be a good time to tell you that iKeith didn't pick out his outfit until 10 minutes before we were supposed to leave the apartment and this made us 20 minutes late.

On Saturday afternoon, as I was getting ready for the party, I realized that I've kind of let myself go. I can clean up pretty well for an outing with the kids or to go to Target but this level of attention had not been attempted in a while.  It took me a long time to shave my legs and I think I plugged the shower drain.  It's possible that this kind of thing should be done more than every six months. 

I also needed to paint my toe nails since I'd be wearing open toed shoes....but first I had to scrape off a 6 month old pink flower that had been painted on my toe nails the last time I got a pedicure.

My hair....I colored it myself and all the grey did not get covered up.  I hoped for soft lighting and drunk party guests that wouldn't notice.

I really needed a brow shaping but I ran out of time.

All in all, my transformation from Stay at Home Mom to Trophy Wife took 2.5 hours and 2  glasses of wine.

I really shouldn't have worried because no one noticed my grey hair, eyebrows or the fact that I'd shaved my legs because the only thing people looked at was my giant boobs!

Thank you Victoria Secret!

There was one guy....I'm not sure how much he'd had to drink...but he thought I was from California and was obviously smitten with me. Or my (*)(*).

All of this made me realize that I should be spending a little more time on my general high maintenance, because I really do believe that iKeith deserves the Trophy Wife that he married. 

*This one,  this one, and this one,  and this one.

Disclaimer: I was not compensated by Victoria Secret for mentioning their store. My husband just likes my chest.