My best friend is coming to town for The Follies, our local (mildly to extremely) raunchy variety show in celebration of Mardi Gras. I still have the color-changing martini glasses from last year… oh and the beads 
The problem with going to the show both nights… is finding two different but equally scandalous & revealing dresses to wear… Things I just don’t wear in my small town.
So out comes the skimpy black dress I bought in Las Vegas… and the sequins- fishnets- rhinestones & corsets. Heaven forbid my kids stumble on this pile of heathen-wear, it may scar them for life.
We’re sort of Catholic, and they know about Ash Wednesday, and about Lent. However… Mardi Gras is a whole new issue when it comes to explaining the what/why of it. Isabelle looked at me in all her lovely innocent wide eyed wonder last year and said “Mommy!!! You got me necklaces!!! Where did you get them!?!?!” When I told her nonchalantly that they’d given them to me… she was completely confused… and wanted to know why people gave away jewelry on Mardi Gras…
Sigh. This motherhood gig is not for the faint of heart.
