I had a dream the other night. It was the day of Teacher Girl and Prince Charming's wedding. I decided that since I'd be running around like crazy prior to the wedding, that I would dress for comfort for the church and put my party dress on for the reception. When I got to the church in my black cropped pants and gray man's work shirt, I realized that the mother of the bride looked like she was there to clean the toilets. I ran to the music director in a panic, and she tried to convince me to wear a choir robe. I found my niece and we rummaged through her kids' closet and came up with a teeny, white communion dress that wouldn't go over my big, fat hair let alone the rest of me. Finally, my friend came in and she took me to her church. The dream ended as we watched every woman that came in with the idea of ripping the dress of one of them.
It was some kind of crazy.
Since I know exactly what I want, it's time to get serious about this MOB dress. Why back in the day, I'd get dressed up to go play in the front yard, and thought there was no such thing as too many accessories.