thee angels have landed.

warning: this post is not meant to offend nor upset anyone.

however, i guarantee it will.
and i am truly sorry if it does.
but i'm the girl that dragged her saintly father to a katy perry concert last week sooooo....
it's just me.
take it or leave it.

now that you have all had your disclaimer i am here today to talk all things victoria's secret fashion show.
aka: my 4th fav holiday of the year,
only behind halloween, christmas, and black friday.
as was manifested by me posting the first disclaimer this blog has ever seen, i understand a lot of people out there do not share in my love for this yearly event.
and i totally understand.
but as i was explaining my views to thee mom the other day as we were a drivin...
the bottom line is i am a girl who just loves super pretty underwear.
in the most innocent of ways. seriously.
as a single and well behaved little mormon lady,
all this pretty underwear has yet to become a functional part of my life.
one day it will. i have no shame in that.
and thee bestie could tell you that i am also the girl who tried on thee most gorgeous of nightgowns at h&m last year and almost purchased it under the motto of,
it's fun! why not look good when i go to bed with me, myself and moi each night?
{beat marcher to her own drum...right here}
{but you love me for it and i love me for it too}
{so just let a princess be}

now back to my fashion show...
how does a conservative, straight laced lady find fun and giddiness in an hour long show of girls wearing often less than underwear, walking down a runway with a sideline of men oohhing and awwing?
because i, personally, don't see it as demeaning nor objectifying.
i choose to see it as empowering.
these women exxxxuuuudddeeee confidence,
{or maybe that was just the slow motion camera trying to give me that feeling?}
and are having fun.
or at least pretending to do so.
everything sparkles, everything is pretty, everything is girly.
and i admit i almost jumped out of my seat when they did their final walk to born this way.
although, am i supposed to believe they were all born that way?
because i don't.
nice try victoria's secret.
as girls of the 60's dreamed of being a pan am stewardess, what girl today can {dead to gracious honestly} say she has never even thought about walking down that runway and earning her wings?

are these ladies too skinny?
hell if i know.
one thing i do know is that not once did i look at that runway on tuesday and think,
gosh i want her legs...
because i love my legs. they work perfectly.
sure they are too skinny for my womanly hips, but gosh they look good in shorts.
i am too tall, have a bump in my nose, skinny arms, wrists that are skeletal, big boobs, a derriere that has been the topic of much embarrassing conversation, a tiny waist and huge feet.
{which is a blessing at nordstrom rack}
they are them, and i am me.
because let's get real here peeewwwople, i am neeevvveeerrr gonna have adriana lima's thighs.
but this is ok, because thankfully, mine work just fine.
no need to covet.

and it is with all this in mind that i stop my world on a yearly basis and tune in to watch the fun themes and sparkly ensembles they have for us.
as they explained in the show, the designers spend the entire year making these outfits for the girls.
because not one can be the same, nor can it be the same as anything they have ever worn in years past.
the beading and embroidery is truly breathtaking.
so much attention to detail.
here is a peek of my favorite looks from this show...










for those of you who missed it and want to take a peak,
{here} is the entire show in under 11 minutes.
and until next year...
xoxo.