Sparkle and shine.

Any idea how hard it is to decide what’s appropriate to wear to a wedding? Especially an evening wedding?

DH and I ran to Tulsa because I “need” something new to wear to my niece’s wedding this weekend. Talk about a tough job!

I had the same problem last summer when I was going to another niece’s wedding reception. What am I supposed to wear?

I know the answers I’d get here at home if I was silly enough to ask: 1- It doesn’t matter. 2- Everyone will be looking at the bride, not at you. 3- It doesn’t matter. 4- They want you there because they love you, not your clothes. Oh, and 5- It doesn’t matter.

But it matters to me!

I don’t want to over dress. I felt as if I had done that when I went to one of my BF son’s wedding. BF was gorgeous and dressed to the nines (whatever that means) as was the bridal party, but the rest of the people looked as if they were going to church, while I wore sparkles. <G> One of the other guests wore white, so I didn’t feel too bad.

I looked at several stores, but found n-o-t-h-i-n-g. Dresses in the stores right now are spring dresses. That means they have either no straps, spaghetti straps or a halter. Not the kind of thing I’m comfortable in (because of what has to go under the dress–ick). Besides, it’s still February. I’d turn blue in a sundress. *shiver*

Soooooo I’m back to what I wore last summer. But the last time I dressed up, I wore that. And everyone who saw me then will see me Saturday.

(Yes, to answer your question, I have a very limited social life. What’s your point?)

When we got to Dillard’s, I pulled two top sets off the rack and went to the dressing room. One was beige/black with sparkles and a matching scoop neck tank. I put it on and stepped out to show DH.

“What do you think?” I asked, pirouetting in front of the three-way mirror.

He put on a pleasant face. And nodded.

I went back to the dressing room and put on the black with silver sparkles V-neck tank and zip front top. When I stepped out, DH straightened in his chair and grinned.

I went to the three-way and checked to see how it looked. I zipped it. I unzipped it. I adjusted the V so too much of my decolletage wouldn’t show. “Well, which one do you like?”

“That one.” DH didn’t even take a breath before answering.

“Really?” Adjusting the stand up collar, I viewed the back again. “Better than the other one?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s a much better color on you.” DH sounded as if he’d been listening to me all these years. “And the shape is very slenderizing.”

  So I bought the black (gulp) sparkly top. And while I have great shoes (they’re just too cha-cha for words, to quote Steel Magnolias) I don’t have the right bag.

Don’t laugh.

After that stressfulness, we went to find my husband a trowel, which turned out to be almost as hard to do as finding my wedding ensem.

Here’s why: There’s an unwritten rule that you can’t ask questions in a home improvement store. Not if you’re a real man, that is.

I think it’s in the same rule book as the one about asking for directions.

Anyway, we looked in the paints. Nothing but scrapers. Next we looked in tools. Didn’t even have scraper there, much less trowels. After that we mosied around until we stumbled onto the dry cement in bags, and low and behold, we found something that looked just like a trowel but was called a float. (I think.)

After he tried on several, I told DH I thought he should get the one with rounded corners. It looked better on him. He opted for the same one with squared off corners. (I’m sure there was a reason for it, but he didn’t explain.) Then we went to the front of the store where we found the trowels.

Honestly, in the the farthest corner (once an online friend called it ’down past BFE’ and I didn’t know what she meant. Another friend gently explained it to me.)

Did you know a float and a trowel look exactly the same, except a trowel is uber shiny and costs about half of what a float does? It probably weighs less, too, but I didn’t get to touch the float. DH put it back before we checked out.

After getting some dinner, we decided to give ourselves a real treat. We went to the bookstore. That’s the best kind of shopping. I have several fav authors I check on each trip, just in case a book I haven’t read is on the shelf. And guess what? I found two!

Trouble is, they’re both hard covers, so they cost more than I like to pay. But I couldn’t resist. Now I’m reading BLOOD DREAMS by Kay Hooper, and it’s so good! I’ll tell you about it when I finish. 

We stopped for Starbuck’s Cinnamon Dolche Lattes on the way home, so I was able to read about half the book before I fell asleep. 

    It’s great.