From Catwalk to Dance Floor….. well sorta.

Yesterday was a great day. I ditched my mom sweatpants, did my hair and make-up and out I went to strut my stuff on the Catwalk and show off my moves on the dance floor. Now my catwalk may have been a red carpet in a high end clothing store in Olds, and my dance floor a local school gym, but who cares. Yesterday I got to enjoy some time for me.

Ever since I started working a part time job in High School at a local clothing store, Side Street Fashions, I have had the honor of modeling wonderful fashions for the owner Cathy and her staff at various functions. Each year Side Street helps organize a Ladies night and fundraiser evening. Though there was one year I missed because I was 9months pregnant, I still attended the event.  One year Cathy even asked me to bellydance as entertainment part way through the show. What an honor. One year we also had Patty, a “retired” fashion model, show us how to walk. How cool is that? Well the fashion shows are such a blast  and I get to wear fantastic outfits and strut my stuff to fun music on the runway. I realized yesterday that I’ve been doing these fashion shows for Cathy for almost 15 years, so I’m one of the veterans so to speak. That’s funny to think of myself that way.  I absolutely love being part of it, and over the years I’ve learned many things, met lots of great people, gained some friendships, added some great pieces to my wardrobe and built confidence too.   So whenever Side Street calls to ask if I can model, I try to clear my schedule. Then for the evening I can pretend I am 5′ 8″ and walking the runway in Paris. It’s such a neat experience and wonderful opportunity for me to feel like a women. Yesterday was her Joseph Ribkoff sale and showing at the store, so when I got there she said “Just find something you like, put it on, talk, chat, and help people”. How neat is that? So I jumped right in and did just that, even helping a lady pick out something for a vacation.  Fun Fun. And big thanks to my mom for watching my two youngest children so I could be there.

Now my good friend and neighbor also deserves a big thank you, not only did she watch my oldest daughter after school, but she agreed to babysit my other children that evening so I could go dance. Zumba actually!!  So after a quick change of clothes, and a bite to eat,  I dropped the kids off with her and headed over the the local school gym. My dance floor awaits…… And it was fantastic! I moved, and grooved, chacha’d, fumbled over my feet a bit when Rachel added a new move, and had a great time. I like to think I have perfect latin form, lol, but even if I don’t, its a great workout and is a mental get away. I leave there feeling energized and soaked in sweat from head to toe. Both good things if you ask me.

So I am thankful for opportunities to feel beautiful. I thankful for the latin inspired workout. I am thankful for family and friends who help me out, and I am thankful I can strut my stuff and shake it too. It’s days like those that rejuvenate the soul.