I’m struggling to find something to wear to all these weddings that I have to attend. I absolutely hate wearing a dress. I had to wear them when I worked at the courthouse. Being shy, I used to dread having to walk the halls. The clickety-clack of heels call attention to you.
My husband picked out a pink fitted one. The problem is that this particular wedding is one of my son’s best friends. I had an incident recently, where I went out with a few girlfriends, and the bartender tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed to a group of young men. "They bought you this drink." My first thought was, "Oh, they must be friends of my son." I nodded and said thank you. They came over and I asked them if they knew my son. They said, "Oh, shit! You’re his mother", but then they continued to hit on me. The oldest of the bunch was twenty four. Word got out and my son was pissed.
I tried on the pink dress for my son, and he said, "Oh, hell no! Dad is leading you down the wrong path. You look like a Barbie", and I must admit, that song is the first thing that popped into my head when I tried it on.
The problem is, is that this year’s styles are all over the place, from prairie dresses, hippie, bohemian, 1950’s June Cleaver’s, baby doll, or to just really weird shit. Every time I enter a store, I feel like I’m in a damn time machine. I don’t know what the hell is going on with all the fashion designers these days but I just want to blend in.
So, this morning, I called my friend. She’s been bugging me about how she can return the favor for all the help I’ve been giving her. I said, "I know what you can do to help me. Help me find a dress for this other wedding that I have to attend." I’m loading up my car with all my dresses, heading over to her place, and going shopping...yet again.
I wouldn’t consider myself a tomboy but I do not like wearing a dress. They make me feel defenseless and vulnerable, and heels SUCK!
If we’re going back in time, I think the men should go with us, don’t you?
My husband picked out a pink fitted one. The problem is that this particular wedding is one of my son’s best friends. I had an incident recently, where I went out with a few girlfriends, and the bartender tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed to a group of young men. "They bought you this drink." My first thought was, "Oh, they must be friends of my son." I nodded and said thank you. They came over and I asked them if they knew my son. They said, "Oh, shit! You’re his mother", but then they continued to hit on me. The oldest of the bunch was twenty four. Word got out and my son was pissed.
I tried on the pink dress for my son, and he said, "Oh, hell no! Dad is leading you down the wrong path. You look like a Barbie", and I must admit, that song is the first thing that popped into my head when I tried it on.
The problem is, is that this year’s styles are all over the place, from prairie dresses, hippie, bohemian, 1950’s June Cleaver’s, baby doll, or to just really weird shit. Every time I enter a store, I feel like I’m in a damn time machine. I don’t know what the hell is going on with all the fashion designers these days but I just want to blend in.
So, this morning, I called my friend. She’s been bugging me about how she can return the favor for all the help I’ve been giving her. I said, "I know what you can do to help me. Help me find a dress for this other wedding that I have to attend." I’m loading up my car with all my dresses, heading over to her place, and going shopping...yet again.
I wouldn’t consider myself a tomboy but I do not like wearing a dress. They make me feel defenseless and vulnerable, and heels SUCK!
If we’re going back in time, I think the men should go with us, don’t you?