It had been a few years since we'd been to a wedding. Our babysitter, also named Coach - not really but he and my Coach have the same first name, got married in July several summers ago. In March '23 we were preparing to attend a winter-ish wedding, I was pondering what to wear.
In my mind, I had the perfect outfit. I tried it on for Mini right after she and Ed arrived home from their Ireland trip.
Mini: OK, um. Yeah. Well, ummm . . . . I HATE it. Dear God. What were you thinking?
Don't hold back, tell me what you REALLY think.
It did not receive high marks. The crazy thing is that in that glorious time warp, also known as my mind, I'd JUST worn this and it would be perfect.
When I went before the firing squad, When Mini quizzed me about where this ditty came from, I was like I WORE IT TO THE AUCTION FOR THE SCHOOL FUNDRAISER WHEN CURLY . . . WAS . . . A . . . BABY. That's when my mind caught up to the current year and I awoke from my coma. Oops.
Backing up the bus: On Christmas I modeled an animal-print, open, flowy cardigan sweater thingy that my mom got me. After everyone had gone home and Ed's girlfriend 'GF' (who is not gluten free, but the abbreviation is the same) was over, I put it on and asked for opinions. Ed's GF spoke a sentence, with a little confident shrug, that is now legendary in these here parts:
I CAN STYLE THAT.
Ed's GF is a stylish chick. I've tried things on before and requested that Ed send GF photos to be sure I'm approved to wear whatever it is in public. So, she was giving this Christmas gift item, that I didn't really care for or have a use for, a nod as something that she could style. And, back to the store it went, because truth be told - I am NOT GF and I do not have her special powers.
When I was wearing my retro iridescent brown jacket and long flowy 3D skirt that gives the impression that it is made of flowers, Ed said: I WILL NOT EVEN SEND A PIC OF THAT TO GF. I WON'T DO THAT TO YOU. TOO EMBARRASSING. (*I'm out of town and will share a photo of said outfit later this week. Sorry, I can't find the photo I had and I ran out of time to take a new photo. Get excited - this outfit doesn't disappoint).
I pulled out the black dress that I love - I wore it for Christmas and it is comfy and dressy and looks great with boots. Mini wasn't sure it was dressy enough for a wedding. I reminded her I was not the mother of the bride or the groom and by the way - WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SHE WAS AT A WEDDING? Oh yeah. How about never?
My outfit was prefect, even if the wedding was not my favorite night out.
DRESSING MY MINI ME LIKE ME: Mini was recently invited to a networking event for Evans Scholars. The day before she stepped into my room where I outfitted her in my professional clothes. I do own some clothes that can be worn in a professional setting even though my day-time gig is a daycare.
So, eat it Marie Kondo or whatever her name is. I don't dress up often, but I do have some nice clothes - things I wore back when I worked outside the home briefly. It works quite well that Mini can wear most of my clothes. She also likes a lot of my clothes - so long as we steer away from the things that have been around for too long. I'm looking at you, iridescent jacket.
She insisted on wearing close-toed shoes, but she had nothing appropriate. I pulled out a pair of silver shoes that I haven't worn in YEARS. I was so relieved that I still had them. They are versatile. She looked snazzy.
You can dress her up, but some of her habits? Well, I was prepping the kids to go to the ND Vision camp a few weeks ago. They needed twin XL sheets. My college kids have those, but our twin beds are not XL, even though my boys, who are all over 6 feet, would die for an XL mattress. So, I texted Mini to ask her where her sheets were.
Mini: In a bin somewhere in the basement. Curly can go find them if she wants to use them.
Me: UM, NO. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. I NEED THEM FOR HER AND YOU PUT THEM IN A BIN SO YOU CAN LOCATE THEM.
Mini: OK, but they are gonna have to be washed.
Me: WHAT? WHO PUTS DIRTY SHEETS IN A BIN?
Mini: This bitch.
Anyone else hang on to clothes for too long? Ever forget how old some item of clothing ACTUALLY is? I won't ask about storing dirty sheets. I think I know the answer.