I'm going to my sisters wedding. She asked me to wear black. Well that solves the problem of what to wear. New problem. Shoes. May I say that I miss shoes. It's come down to shoes I want to wear, would love to wear, shoes to die for...vs shoes that don't hurt. In the category of "shoes that don't hurt", there is a complete lack of inspiration and fashion. I want to wear a cute, high heeled, pointy toed, incredibly awesome shoe. Instead I am going through my options to choose the least offensive pair. Here I am in my daily uniform of sweat-pants. Not the worst, old, ugly sweatpants, these are from the GAP, so they can't be all that bad. And, paired with my outfit, is a never actually worn pair of black, not-so-high heels. Maybe, just maybe, they will 'break in' and I will look acceptable at my sister's wedding.
Before wedding To Do list: eat less, exercise more, lots of sunless tanning and major stress about wardrobe, hair, makeup and accessories. And then there is the family. Weddings have the power to heal past hurts and they have the power to open old wounds, or create new ones. My Mother is not going to go. There. I've said it. I have tried to talk her into going. Why would she even need to be coerced? This is her daughter after all. As a daughter, as HER daughter, this hurts. If I were getting married, would she NOT come to my wedding? Wait! I DID get married, and she did NOT come to my wedding. It will be 25 years this fall, and it still bothers me to this day. Will it bother my sister? I hope not. After all, there are some things you just can't change, no matter how badly you wish to. On a happy note, the weather is AWESOME and I am grateful for my husband and my kids, all grown, all happy, all wonderful. Got to go. I need to walk around some more in my almost cute shoes.