to covet is wrong, but ... I really really want it

Daughter 2, Daughter 3, Son, and I picked up G'ma R and headed to Big Town for a show. It was opening night for the local community theatre's production of "A Christmas Story." Never being a fan of the famous 1983 movie from which this play was based, I really wasn't expecting much. But we had friends in it so we thought we'd check it out. Wow, wow, wow. It was so funny. They were so funny. I was really proud of them and enjoyed telling them so afterwards.

PLUS ... the dress being worn by "Ralphie's Mother" ... oh, I have to have it. Is it from a costume shop or did someone make it? I just have to know. It was p.e.r.f.e.c.t. Perfect for me. A vintage dress and apron made for a woman of my  ... um ... shall we say ... hardy German stature. It looks pretty and comfortable, practical and elegant all at the same time. It's exactly what I've been looking for. And her hair? It was like looking at the me I've wanted to be for oh so long. Finally. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I know I shall surely be dreaming of it as my head hits the pillow this night. I mean, I was even contemplating what shoes I'd pair with it before I left my seat. Shoes!! I have never done that. Really. Never.