I found the perfect mother of the groom dress at 75% off.
Wait, what? Wasn't the previous blog post about the oldest just graduating from high school?
Yes. I'm a planner. Plus, 75% off.
I queried my Facebook friends, who were nearly unanimous in their delight to spend my money. Get the dress, they urged. Some even argued I would find "many uses" for it. For a full-length, sequined gown? Perhaps they confused my stay-at-home mom life with, I don't even know whose life, maybe Vanna White's?
I bought the dress. Alas and alack, it doesn't work. "Mist" is not my best color.
Oh, well.
I don't know if I would have used it for a mother of the groom dress anyway. However, the experience reminded me of another dress I bought for "no reason" half a lifetime ago.
During a summer while I was in college, for no particular reason, on a day like any other, I went into a dress shop in my hometown. I had never been in that shop before and I don't recall ever shopping in it after that.
On that no particular day for no particular reason and for no particular occasion, I found a great dress. Black velvet, two piece. The peplum top had an elaborate sequin pattern and the skirt was the perfect length. The dress was $99. Back in 1987 or 1988 that was a lot of money for a dress, especially to a college kid whose cash came from waiting tables at Ponderosa.
I loved that dress. I dragged my mom to look at the dress. Mom is a frugal lady who hates to shop, and I was under no illusion that she would perceive need or reason for the dress. I just wanted her to see it. Mom liked the dress too. I thought and I thought and I thought.
And darn it, I bought that $99 perfect dress. I don't know why. I needed to. I didn't wear it--where does one even wear a velvet, sequined dress--but I was glad to own it. I moved it with me down to North Carolina after I graduated from college.
During a winter years later while I was in graduate school, for every reason, on a day unlike any other, I was wearing that dress when I told a certain (dare I say wonderful?) young man who asked me to marry him, "Yes." Tomorrow we celebrate 23 years of marriage. Life is short. Buy the dress.
Wait, what? Wasn't the previous blog post about the oldest just graduating from high school?
Yes. I'm a planner. Plus, 75% off.
I queried my Facebook friends, who were nearly unanimous in their delight to spend my money. Get the dress, they urged. Some even argued I would find "many uses" for it. For a full-length, sequined gown? Perhaps they confused my stay-at-home mom life with, I don't even know whose life, maybe Vanna White's?
I bought the dress. Alas and alack, it doesn't work. "Mist" is not my best color.
Oh, well.
I don't know if I would have used it for a mother of the groom dress anyway. However, the experience reminded me of another dress I bought for "no reason" half a lifetime ago.
During a summer while I was in college, for no particular reason, on a day like any other, I went into a dress shop in my hometown. I had never been in that shop before and I don't recall ever shopping in it after that.
On that no particular day for no particular reason and for no particular occasion, I found a great dress. Black velvet, two piece. The peplum top had an elaborate sequin pattern and the skirt was the perfect length. The dress was $99. Back in 1987 or 1988 that was a lot of money for a dress, especially to a college kid whose cash came from waiting tables at Ponderosa.
I loved that dress. I dragged my mom to look at the dress. Mom is a frugal lady who hates to shop, and I was under no illusion that she would perceive need or reason for the dress. I just wanted her to see it. Mom liked the dress too. I thought and I thought and I thought.
And darn it, I bought that $99 perfect dress. I don't know why. I needed to. I didn't wear it--where does one even wear a velvet, sequined dress--but I was glad to own it. I moved it with me down to North Carolina after I graduated from college.
During a winter years later while I was in graduate school, for every reason, on a day unlike any other, I was wearing that dress when I told a certain (dare I say wonderful?) young man who asked me to marry him, "Yes." Tomorrow we celebrate 23 years of marriage. Life is short. Buy the dress.
So not the point of the post, but Mr. Wonderful was a member of Phi Kappa Sigma as in the frat from the movie Skulls? This does not compute...
ReplyDeleteHeather, not just part of a fraternity. Mr. Wonderful was Little Sister Chairman of Phi Kappa Sigma! I am telling you, the man has a past. Lucky for him, I caught him at the tail end of that part of his life, when he was getting ready to go "inactive" with the fraternity. Had we met a nanosecond earlier, we probably would not have been interested in the other. I would have been WAY too studious/serious for him and well, little sister chairman? Are you serious? What the heck is a "little sister"?
ReplyDeleteI need time to process... Just added Skulls to my Amazon watch list...
ReplyDeleteLOL...oh, the man has stories. Many, many stories. I am convinced it is only God's grace and the prayers of his parents that got him through college alive.
ReplyDeletewonderful story, which I now remember. beautifully told. Sometimes we can't afford the dress...but the point to live life as fully as we can with promise and hope is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome! ... and don't forget to buy the necklace... and the scarf. ;)
ReplyDeleteHi Holly! I'm Heather and I was just wondering if you would be able to answer my quick question I have about your blog! If you could email me at Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail(dot)com I would greatly appreciate it!
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