You hurt my feelings, and I'm still fancy.

So, after a week or two of being in a slump, working my booty off on a new venture, and dealing with the everyday chaos that is my life, I get an email out of the blue from someone who claims my blog is "false advertising".

Apparently my blog name intrigued them to stop by, and they were thoroughly disappointed to see "a regular housewife displaying mediocre crafts and too much family information" when they got here.

Hmmm.

Being fancy has nothing to do with labels.

Or the car that keeps you safe while traveling from point A to point B.

Or the house that you're satisfied calling "home".

I am fancy.

And guess what?

The parents at my daughters' school have seen me at my worst.

No makeup.

Hair tossed up in a messy bun.

Sometimes in slippers.

But always kissing my child goodbye and calling out words of encouragement at the beginning of her day.

And always greeting her with a hug before we head home to play and laugh and thrive as a family.

That's fancy.

And my car may be full of crayons and crumbs, but it displays messages like this and holds car seats for the children I never thought I would have.

That's fancy.

Sometimes I say bad words or sing off-key or gossip when I shouldn't.

And at the end of the day, the love of my life is still beside me and loves me in spite of those things.

That's fancy.

"Too much information" is debatable.

Telling the world about the worst day of my life was greeted with emails full of encouragement and empathy.

My story lead to friendships that I might have never made otherwise.

And gave women hope that they never thought possible.

That's fancy.

So if you have arrived here hoping to read about my lavish lifestyle, I am sorry to have disappointed you.

My blog name is so versatile.

Fancy can mean so many things.

I hope to one day live my life in such a way that I achieve living every definition of the word.

I hope you believe that your life is fancy.

Because in the end, that's really all that matters.

And to the person who wrote to me, I thank you for your concern.

In closing, I would like to share with you a moment in my life that made me realize what being fancy is truly all about:

Being fancy is being yourself no matter what.

And if being yourself means wearing scuba gear while doing your homework, then in my book, you're pretty freakin' fancy.

Happy Friday.