I found myself in a precarious position the other day -- much like the feline to the right. When my daughter became engaged a few months ago, I resolved to wear the same dress that I had bought and worn for my son's wedding last fall. I'm not sure if this is gauche or not, but frankly I wasn't too concerned about it. I loved the dress. It fit well. It was paid for. All things considered, I was happy with my decision ... until the other day. The other day I tried it on and realized it was too warm for this time of year. I hadn't really thought about the ramifications of having a jacketed dress in August -- I had been perfectly comfortable in it for my son's wedding last October. (sigh) I'm just not a very deep thinker at times. Let me interject here, that I dislike intensely looking for mother of the bride/groom dresses. Mostly because, generally speaking, the dresses I try on fall into two categories: 1.) dowdy and something the Queen Mother would wear, or 2.) much too revealing for a somewhat conservative/modest dresser like me. This has been a predictable situation I have found myself in when I've searched for wedding attire in the past. Anyway, I pledged to "suck it up" and hope for 70 degree weather that day, but the thought of being uncomfortable and too warm throughout the day was unsettling.Today I was walking through Dillard's on my way to another store, when a myriad of black dresses drew my attention. Oh, happy day. I tried a few of them on and fell in love with one. I exaggerate. I didn't "fall in love" with it. I rarely "fall in love" with clothes any more. At 50 plus years, it feels more like "settling for something", but still, it settled remarkably well. Plus, it was a phenomenal price. Here's a picture of it. Just to set the record straight... this isn't me in the photo. You have to picture the model about 25 years older and the dress several sizes larger. This dress is probably not as formal as many mothers wear to weddings, but the reception is going to be in our backyard, so formality isn't as much of an issue as it might be for others.
Sooo, getting back to the title of this post... Why am I thankful today? I am so happy I found a dress and was able to purchase it without having the pressure of even having to "look." I mean, really, how often does that happen? I'm so grateful. And thankful.
