This weekend we attended a lovely wedding. I have always enjoyed weddings. In fact, you may or may not know that I have helped with lots of them over the years in a "wedding planner" capacity. Living in a small town, this is not a viable way to make a living -- so it's something I have done because I delight in it. At last count, this hobby has been with me for almost 33 years. Yep, you could say I have almost seen it all.
The wedding this weekend was as much anticipated as the celebratory atmosphere surrounding it. My kids were in it, as my son and my D.I.L. were members of the party standing up with the couple. My D.I.L. looked beautiful, and my son cleaned up pretty well, too. My hands were full, and I didn't get one picture of the two of them. Am I a great parent, or what?
Okay. I had this pale pink suede sleeveless dress that I had been saving for just the right occasion. Here we were at Labor Day, and I hadn't worn it yet. Even though it was 100+ degrees outside, I thought I could get by with it. We were in an air conditioned church, it was partly cloudy, and I had even seen some lightning on the horizon. So I decided to bust it out, and I left the spanx at home. I knew that would just be too much for a hot-natured person like me.
Yeah. I'm pretty good for the first hour, but then regret sets in. For me, once I am hot and actually break a sweat, it's like the point of no return. I was a mess for the rest of the evening. But that didn't stop me from having a good time!
Today, I decided to go on an internet fantasy non-shopping spree to see what might have been a better choice considering the temperature yesterday....
I found this cute little number, but my legs don't quite look like those...
would that matter?
Sometimes when it's hot outside, I just don't want anything touching me.
I feel like this looks like every dress I own. I'm kind of boring that way.
And then just about the time I decide I am boring, I think, oh yes, I must have that dress with metal studs all over it. I kinda want to be a biker chick,
but I don't really care to ride the bike.
Okay, this is how you know it's time to stop. Shopping A.D.D., if you will. This would not be wedding appropriate, unless it was a summer wedding on a mountain in Colorado, and the guys were wearing jeans and boots.
Good grief, is it really September? Oh my.
