The Fancy Dress Exchange

This evening was a dress exchange

A fancy dress exchange

After hours of holding back tears

and shoving loads of chocolate-covered anything down my throat

(which has probably halved in diameter from the anxiety)

I have arrived "home"

which doesn't really feel like home anymore

I traded my fancy red dress for some plaid pj pants and a large tee shirt

(My hedgehog pants were dirty)

A fancy dress exchange

Red fancy dinner dresses don't seem oh so fancy

in a ball on the floor

providing company to my non-slip shoes

that were no good for work

This fancy dress exchange is nothing new

I feel as if i do it too often lately

My dinner-wear is for show

neatly ironed and dry-cleaned only

At the end of the day I don't care for it much

I always find myself back in pjs and old teeshirts

That's ok

I trade off my sleek outside appearance 

for my gruggy but comfortable "attire"

luxe likes it too

She feels a bit more human

Fancy dresses belong in dress exchanged

Hedgehog pants belong in the heart

We can all agree

That cotton is a far better tear-soaker than silk

(although I prefer dog fur)