Playing Cinderella

Throughout the year, I've been adding photos to a Facebook album entitled "playing pretend." Sometimes it's just hard to believe that I really spent January in Costa Rica and Panama. I feel like I'm pretending to be the kind of girl that spent her summer galavanting around New York City, and venturing to Maine, Vermont, Massachusetts, too. Then, of course, I receive a text from a dear friend inviting me to attend a gala held at the performing arts center where she works.
Last night, I threw my hair into a mess somewhat reminiscent of an up-do,  I put on my mother's shoes and a marked-down gown from the sales rack, I pathetically attempted to take a pictures of myself as I was leaving before either of my roommates came home. And wouldn't you know the only one that came out? The one I took holding my camera while standing in front of the sink with shelves of clean dishes behind me and our small stove and tea kettle within direct view. It was a beautiful evening, truly, truly, but being as I was most definitely not a wealthy benefactor, I was home by 9:30pm rather than at the dinner that followed the performance. I warmed up some eggplant parmesan that I'd brought from home, and tossed a quick salad to have alongside it. (This photo isn't from last night, but my plate looked similar.) I decided against a glass of wine as I'd already had champagne a few hours earlier. I was in bed by midnight. Today I worked, grocery-shopped, cooked, and cleaned.  My life certainly isn't glamourous, but when I do get lucky with enchanting opportunity such as this one, I like to think it's because I'm doing something right.