I went dress shopping this afternoon for a wedding I’ll be attending this weekend. Yes, I realize it’s a bit late in the game for this kind of thing and yet that’s where I find myself. I did’t take a dress home, but I did take a pair of cute shoes home. Not heels just tiny wedges to wear to work. Back to the wedding, a work friend from my new-ish office is marrying his partner and was kind enough to include me in the invite list. The wedding is at a country club just north of the city. At first I was super excited to be going and honored to be invited then it finally set in that I don’t remember the last wedding I went to. I am not one of those girls that is a bridesmaid in 10 weddings before she even turns 30. Maybe I don’t have deep personal female friends or something I don’t know and I somehow don’t really know a lot of people who have gotten married recently.
Dress options below. I promise the dresses fit nicely. But now I’m not so sure of the patterns.
*Caveat, within the last two weeks, two people in my life did, in fact get married in Texas in two different ceremonies. One was for one of my former students (actually two former students married each other). Kat is brilliant and I am so super sad to have missed her big day. The other was for my niece (who is actually a year older than me). We grew up like sisters living in the same house, we even shared a bedroom for the better part of our adolescence then we grew up and apart. We are not best friends or anything and I am positive I wasn’t missed at her wedding (our family is ginormous) but I was still happy for her and her long time other half and their daughter to be joined as a family in that way.
Ok, back to dress shopping. I am horrible in heels. Or shoes all together. My feet are so wide and awkward and they swell at the slightest amount of walking that I just usually forgo cute shoes for functional shoes (i.e. flats). But this is New York. So, not only have I not been to a wedding recently, but I also have never been to a New York wedding (much less a same sex wedding but that’s actually beside the point). So as I texted with one of my best friends in Texas about my dress shopping experience and sent her some iPhone photos of me in a Macy’s dressing room I was trying to figure out what one wears to a New York country club wedding that will be held outdoors weather permitting. I found a Ralph Lauren design that seemed to cover up some overly curvy areas in two different floral patterns that I finally, mostly decided on but the shoes is what froze me. What shoes would I wear with either dress? Ugh. So after a while of toiling I put them both back on the rack. Lame. And went to the shoe section to find shoes then buy the dress that would match the shoes. Brilliant right? Except I already told you I left with only a pair of work flats. No wedding shoes and no wedding-guest-dress.
If it wasn’t bad enough that I am turning this work friend’s wedding into my own personal fashion dilemma, here’s a little more shallow to add to this post. My legs currently look frightful. Not ’cause they are pale or flabby or oddly tanned (all of which are pretty accurate and contradictory) but rather because they were attacked by mosquito’s at a funeral we went to upstate this weekend. My husband’s cousin who he idolized as a kid when their mothers were each going through some major medical issues passed away. It was a massive heart attack while riding his motorcycle, they said it was instant and that the crash didn’t make a difference (but really this last bit probably doesn’t make a difference to anyone who loved him because he is gone nonetheless). I never met him but I feel like I knew him now and I also feel sad to have not known him before. My husband and his cousin were hoping to get together this summer so we could meet his wife and daughters. His wife was amazing. His daughters were strong. I was in awe of his family and of how true his friends were. I hope to one day be remembered as fondly as he is by so many people. I hope to leave a positive impression on the world after I am gone. Anyway, as I sat on their deck eating a hodge podge of neighbor and church pot luck type food considering my life and what I want out of it and in total awe at his wife, I was attacked by every mosquito in upstate New York. So, my legs look ridiculous. Like my legs looked when I was 10 years old running around the back yard and not knowing any better than to avoid the bugs. I’m using a cream and a spray to keep me from scratching and hopefully to heal these bites but so far they look bright red and at least nickel sized. Any suggestions on getting rid of these icky spots before Saturday are totally welcome. My friend from Texas suggested Tea Tree Oil, Resinol, and something she said I could find at feed stores. I love you Jess but seriously, I am not buying my ointments at a feed store. (stay tuned, next thing you know I’ll be eating those words.)
Long story short, although I really want to wear a dress and be cute and fashionable at this wedding, I also don’t’ want to distract the grooms as they walk down the aisle with my spotted legs. The dress dilemma continues and now anyone reading this knows how neurotic and shallow I am. good night! (I had to put a light hearted spin on the funeral subject.)