Cleaned Up 'n Shook a Tail Feather

The Girl Scout group of CFAY sponsored the base's Father Daughter Dance and the ship ACTUALLY was in. The Steel Mistress was gracious enough to allow SailorMan and his bodyguards to enjoy an event together without interuption. This was a rare and precious moment to be had.

After temporarily agonizing over what the girls will wear, my brain eventually found the mental household inventory file and remembered the fancy dresses; the ones the girls picked out and I ordered online for our evening at the ballet we never had. Now that hurtle #2 was overcome, hurdle #1 was demolished for us with the ship pulling in that 36hr before last night. I picked up SailorMan's snazy suit from the cleaners and we were golden.


The ship would be in, the outfits are ready, hair will be up and simple, shoes are--wait... Shoes... Damn.

"Do these fit you anymore? Sigourney, stand up please... Stand up... Okay, where's your toe? Sigourney... SIGOURNEY?! Is this your toe!? I am talking to you not ceiling I see above you. Your TOE, IS this YOUR toe?! YES!!! HELLO?!?! Can at least give me an idea on how your foot feels in this shoe. Oh, that does hurt? Well, guess you need new shoes. Go play"


"Sapphira... No, you are not wearing those shoes with that dress. It is a dance where your father is actually going to be here AND he is going to dress up in his suit... for you... and your sister; and you want to wear your broke-down, worn-out Chucks with that dress?" Seeing the sulky-hurt, yet shining with rebellion look in her eyes I added, "If they were new and you had the right socks we would work it and you could rock that style; however with the Exchange out of Chucks and with only two days left till the dance--its not going to happen."


Immediately after dinner, we go to the exchange hoping against hope for the miracle of shoes. Of course all the dress shoes in Crazy's size don't exist and the only shoes available for the Eldest are high heels in various stages of Mrs. Cleaver to hoochie-mamma-yes-I-am-your-next-piece-of-tail. Eldest is only 10 years old and nearly injured herself on 1 inch heels for her First Communion. Therefore, we hopped into the Cube, grabbed extra Yen from the drive up ATM and were off to prowl Livin then Daie in the morning. Fortunately, we live in Japan where modesty, cutesy and a bit racy co-exist merrily and women's shoes are a dime a dozen when you are a size 5-7 (Eldest is 6.5). Crazy's shoes were found at Livin for only 1.300JY. I wasn't crazy for the black but there were no other colors and they were a hit for her. For Eldest, the only problem was just deciding on the style of 1 inch heels would be best with the dress, and in the end she decided on a cute shiny pair the night before the grand event.

The day of the dance arrived, SailorMan had to attend The Mistress for a few hours in the morning, but she relinquished him in time for him to shower and see Eldest get the finishing touches put on her freshly washed and product slathered hair. I have to say, even with a hair-cut SailorMan was very unhappy about, he looked quite dashing--and very Bondish--could also be I am a BIG Bond fan and just saw the newest installment to the Bond venture.


Anyway, Snapping pictures along the way for us was our friend Smiles when my hands were full tying a certain individual's tie and putting on socks, stockings, doing hair. Once the last touches were put on, I had to step back and smile with pride--My crew can clean up nice!



Two and a half hours later, Smiles and I got the call to pick up the partiers. They were a happy bunch!