My husband is like Carson Kressley, but straight
The weekend's mission: Find a dress to wear to an upcoming wedding.
I don't own single stitch that's appropriate for an outdoor November wedding. Of course, it was back up to 82 degrees today, so if this continues I can probably wear a bikini to the ceremony. (Mike and I finally got around to watching An Inconvenient Truth this weekend and now I feel creeped out whenever I look at the sun. We albino-types will be the first to perish.) But I have to believe that the temperature will eventually drop like it's supposed to, and so shopping was inevitable.
I'm an introvert. My body thrives on large doses of quiet and solitude. Shopping malls, with all the bright lights and crowds and smells and noises, zap my energy almost faster than I can blink. My mom and sister begrudgingly allow me to shop with them each year on Black Friday, because I enjoy spending the day with them and the sales are good. But by the one hour-mark my eyes are glazed over and my mouth is involuntarily hanging open and my mother grasps me by the shoulders and shouts, "COFFEE? DO YOU NEED COFFEE?" and my sister is all, "I TOLD YOU SHE COULDN'T HACK IT."
Late Saturday afternoon my husband and I headed to Tysons Corner Center, a local shopping mall that's roughly the size of Alaska. Mike was going along as my Motivational Shopping Assistant, and to make sure that I would return home with an actual dress and not a citrus reamer or a strawberry huller, as I am wont to do when I go dress shopping.
He did a rather impressive job. By the end of a shopping marathon, I was the happy owner of a coordinated ensemble.
"Try this one on," Mike had suggested, as I wandered aimlessly through the store. I pulled one of the dresses off the rack.
"No, try this size," he'd said, trading with me. "It'll fit better."
It fit perfectly. What planet is this man from?
It's got long sleeves with smart cuffs, a fitted bodice with a collar and four buttons, and a skirt that hits just above the knees. If I utilize all four of the buttons, I can wear it to work, too. I plan to cinch it at the waist with a large belt.
Mike also orchestrated the purchase of some accessories and shoes.
A necklace with dangly earrings to match...
And please meet my new darlings, liberated from Bloomingdale's:
Yes, I know. They're completely inappropriate for an outdoor wedding, unless you're planning to aerate the country club's lawn. But I've been looking for the perfect pair of red heels for years and now they're mine and dammit, I'm going to wear them.
And if it's cold enough, I have another accessory to wear to the wedding, and it's even better than the shoes. See what the lovely and talented Bearette made for me?
It's so incredibly soft and warm, with a cheery pompom on top. I wore it around the house all night after it arrived, and was tempted to sleep in it, too. It's the best hat ever.