It was Parent’s Weekend at Daughter #2’s university. She pledged to a sorority this year and that meant that Parent’s Weekend was more than just tailgating and going to the football game. There were functions to attend. The first was the New Member Banquet. And the attire was Sunday Best.
I’m sorry to say but it’s been awhile since my butt has found a place in the pew. Note to self: Get back to church. But even so, we live in South Florida where churches tend to be a little more casual
so you can head straight to the beach after services. It’s not that I didn’t know what Sunday Best meant. It’s just that I didn’t have a lot of it and what I did have was terribly outdated. A shopping trip was in order.
Of course I waited until the last minute to attend to this matter.
If it weren’t for the last minute, I would never get anything done. The night before we were to leave, I made plans with Daughter #1 to meet me for some shopping fun. If you are fashion challenged, like me, this is where you need to pay close attention: Bring a fashion consultant.
I should probably point out that while I don’t think I have bad taste,
no one thinks that they have bad taste, I do have a hard time stepping out of my fashion box. This results in my wardrobe resembling a closet full of uniforms. I tend to go for layers, solid colors and timeless pieces that I can wear for 10 years before replacing.
When I arrived at the store, D1 was already there with her arms full. She quickly tried to usher me into the fitting room. I attempted to look over what she had selected first but she insisted that we just go straight into the dressing room.
Once inside, there was really only one thing there that I might have chosen myself. But knowing that I really need to step out of my box and she was so excited, I indulged her by trying on the dresses. Much to my surprise, I liked them all. She had not only found dresses that were stylish
like I might know but also were a size smaller. Yahoo! She even managed to find items that were within my budget. This was fun.
Oddly enough, the only dress that I didn’t really care for was the one that I would have selected if I had been doing the choosing. I eventually selected one dress for the banquet and another because I couldn’t walk away from the price. We quickly made jewelry and shoe decisions and were on our way.
There was just one other purchase that had to be made on the way. SPANX. If you don’t know what they are, do the research. It is a must. Just say NO to panty lines …..SERIOUSLY. I opted for the Target version known as ASSETS. They are made by the same company but missing the tinkle hole in the “ya know”. (Like that wouldn’t be a disaster in itself anyway) My ASSETS worked like a charm for my assets. *wink* There is one thing you need to remember: Buy a size smaller than the chart on the back of the package indicates.
For the fashion challenged
like me, let’s review:
1. Always take your fashion consultant with you. If you don’t have a fashion consultant, mine is available free of charge. You just have to pay for her airfare. She loves to travel.
2. Never be afraid to try something you wouldn’t choose for yourself.
3. Always consider Spanx/Assets to enhance your…well….ass..ets.
When I stepped out for the evening, I felt great. Confident that I looked tasteful, fashionable and thanks to ASSETS, a little slimmer. Even if My Harley Stud did think that I looked a bit like a flight attendant. JACKASS!
“Would you care for a headset? That will be $5.00. Thank you for flying SMB Airlines.”