I have to go to a work event with Sean tonight. It requires that I wear fancy clothes, do my hair, put on makeup and wear high heels. I am not really comfortable with that. I don’t do any of those things well, and the people who will also be quests of the ball are usually not interested in the things I do do well. They hear the words, homeschool or knitting or goats and their eyes glaze over. I’m glad Sean will be there, he keeps a conversation going.

It makes me wonder though, sometimes, if Cinderella wouldn’t have rather spent her night off with her feet up, knitting.