Review: TwirlyGirl Truly Tankful Dress

SI- My TwirlyGirl

Disclaimer: This is a sponsored post. I was given a dress for free to review, but all the opinions within are my own.


The kind folks over at TwirlyGirl were gracious enough to send my daughters a Truly Tankful Dress, and it took us FOREVER to find a chance for them to wear it! This winter has been bleak, and miserable, and seemingly endless. They have more than a passing obsession with girls party dresses, so you can imagine it caused no end to the confusion of a single dress with no sleeves in the middle of winter between two excited four year olds.

So the first day that the sun shone and we threw open the windows to let in an early spring breeze, and SI donned the dress.

SI is my dancing TwirlyGirl

As I'm now raising three daughters, I consider myself something of an expert on party dresses for girls. I've seen them ruined with a little dirt, I've seen them cause rashes, I've seen them tug in odd places, and I pretty much know when to anticipate all those things.

The TwirlyGirl dress? Perfect. No itchy tags. No itchy seams. As far as girl party dresses go, this one was easily the most comfortable dress they've worn, outside of Grandma's homemade masterpieces.

But that was just SI's opinion. The next day, and a trip through the laundry later, it was DD's turn.

First of all, I'm not sure I've ever seen a girls party dress go through the wash and come out looking as perfect as it went in. No pilling. No staining. No weird stretches. It might as well have been brand new.

DD LOVED IT.

DD twirling in her TwirlyGirl dress
(Nevermind the rainbow on her forehead- that's kind of a long story.)

At first she complained a little that despite being called "TwirlyGirl," it didn't really twirl. But she got over that quickly when I pointed out that the pattern made it look like she was twirling even when she was standing still. That was a pretty huge thrill. Optical illusions- a preschooler's best friend!

What truly shocked me was that both children fit the dress equally well. This is NEVER the case. DD is stockier and shorter, SI is skinny as a beanpole and bony to boot. (You'll note the dress stops at the DD's knee, but sits at about SI's mid-thigh.) But they were both completely comfortable, both perfectly happy, and both delighted with their opportunities to wear it.

I have no idea why the three of them are doing the Care Bear Stare.

I watched both of my children perform contortions, aerobics, acrobatics, and assorted stunts of daring-do in these dresses, and they never once complained about the attire. That something itched, or their skirt was in their way, or anything. And if you've ever had a four year old, you know that there is almost nothing on this earth they can spend a whole day near without coming up with some sort of complaint.

She's a ballerina on a stage.

I had two days where only two children whined that something about their clothing was weird, and you can't put a price on that.

If you'd like to see the whole collection of girls party dresses, you can visit TwirlyGirl. You'll note that, as DD prefers, most of their dresses there ARE quite twirly. Just the thing for Passover or Easter. Best of all? I happen to know that all the cake and candy your kids might eat on those holidays will wash out of these dresses.

Look at that! Good as new!

Happy Spring, everyone!

Know Thyself, or Why You Should Definitely Come See Listen To Your Mother

Photo courtesy of Balee Images

Those of you paying attention to everything I do (Hi Jenn! Hi Laura! Hi Aunt Genocide!) already know that I'm in the Chicago cast for Listen To Your Mother this year.

I have to tell you, I am SO excited! I'm thrilled!

About everything except one teeny tiny thing...

Pictures.

I have unfortunately inherited my mothers total inability to hold still for a photograph. It's not self-loathing or poor self esteem, it's just fact. I take TERRIBLE pictures.

Truly, amazingly bad. My wedding photographers had a HUGE job, and accomplished MIRACLES.

This gets worse every single year, as I'm sure my mother will attest. The two of us understand what happens when a camera comes out. As they say, "Know Thyself." Well, I know myself. And Grandmommy knows herself, too.

My mother is a lovely, charming, beautiful woman. She is not the most graceful person on earth- she did manage to break her wrist pogo-ing into a car once. But in pictures, she looks like either she's a deer caught in headlights, or like she's being chased by a cement mixer.

Likewise, I know that I am an engaging, emotive, and dare I say moving public speaker and performer. But I know myself. I know that in real life, I don't look like somebody standing behind the camera just tore open their chest to reveal that instead of organs, they have a collection of doll shoes.

And I assure you, I do not REALLY look like this when I perform:

You know what? That's not true. I TOTALLY look like that. Pretty much all the time.

Suffice to say, I catch a lot of flies.

I don't just take ridiculous, open mouth photos either. I have an amazing array of really dumb expressions caught on camera.

Okay give me a minute- I'm going to pee my pants laughing.
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Moving on.

At each Listen To Your Mother rehearsal, there are an AMAZING duo of photographers from Balee Images immortalizing the magic. And I assure you, it is magic in the room with these fifteen incredible writers baring their souls together for all to see.

But no amount of talent can make me stop doing things like... well...

Courtesy of Balee Images
I believe the word I'm saying here is "whole," but it could be "beluga," or, "Help me I've choked on my own tongue."

Keep in mind, I was dressed like a pirate gypsy an hour before this picture. So yeah, I'm a delicate flower, yo.

The fact is that I'm a performer. I perform when I read, when I speak, and that means abandoning all sense of self consciousness and just GOING FOR IT. And that means that I look like I'm utterly unhinged when you take still moments of it all out of context.

And it's not just me. I promise you, a google image source for the phrase "actors making ridiculous faces" will have you in stitches for the rest of the day. It's facial aerobics. People who perform, they stand up and they perform, and that means running the risk every single second that somebody is going to snap a picture and make you look like you got a quick lobotomy on your lunch break.

At any rate, I THOUGHT no amount of talent could keep me from looking like every muscle in my face moves independently from each other while I talk. But I was wrong. Those rock stars from Balee Images made some magic happen.

Don't be distracted by the remarkably photogenic brunette with the green glasses.

Really what I'm getting at is this. You do NOT want to rely on pictures alone to experience Listen To Your Mother in Chicago. Because I will foul up those pictures with a vengeance, regardless of the brilliance of our photographers. If you rely on pictures, you'll have a series of funny faces that represent tiny moments of comedic or emotional brilliance, without the context of... say... a gesture.

It's like Ani Difranco says, "It took me too long to realize that I never take good pictures 'cause I have the kind of beauty that moves."

So true, everyone. So true.

I'm incredibly grateful there will be pictures of this process. I will look back on them for years to come, and no doubt feel the same pride and humility to share a space with these women, and tell stories, and experience the family of a cast. I will look back on every goofy face with love and joy. But nothing will convey the experience of being there like being there.

So make sure you buy your tickets soon- don't rely on pictures. Don't trust me, or any performer, to have any ability to convey the humor and honesty and rawness and most importantly beauty of this show in a single moment, frozen in time.

Get your tickets and come see it live. Because live? I rock. And so do the other fourteen ladies in this cast.

Come and feel the magic.