This morning I had to get up and put on real clothes. Nothing good can come of that.
Today was Sean’s class Christmas musical recital. Recital might be an overuse of that word. I think they actually called it share time. And by share time, they meant that kids not named Sean would be singing and doing cute little hand gestures so their parents could snap adorable pictures. However, kids named Sean would just sit there sulking with their hands in their pockets staring a hole in the floor wishing they were anywhere else. That’s what share time meant. You should know this if you have a kid named Sean because it’s not in any of the papers they send home in the fall.
At any rate, since I would be mixing and mingling with other adults, I figured I needed to put on going-out-in-public clothes. As it turned out mixing and mingling is also an overstatement. I just sat next to some of the other parents. I didn’t actually mingle. Okay, I just sat next to one of the other parents and that probably doesn’t qualify as a full-out mingle because she later moved to another seat.
At any rate.
As I was looking through my closet this morning for appropriate mixing and mingling Christmas music recital clothes I discovered I had nothing. Not one thing. There was one blouse in the closet with the tags still on it that I purchased recently from my sister-in-law’s boutique that I was saving for some special holiday event, some cocktail party, some festivity that required something sparkly and new. But verily I say to thee, it is nigh mid-December and the odds are slim that I’ll be putting on sexy sling back heels and something sparkly and drinking cocktails and regaling party goers with my many fascinating adventures in blogging. So. I figured I would just go ahead and wear it.
And so I did. I cut the tags off the most expensive blouse in my closet and wore it to a non-mixing, non-mingling, non-cocktail drinking, non-Recital at 9:30 in the morning.
Good. Night. It is a sad state of being when the highlight of your holiday social season is at 9:30 in the morning. And you are wearing your best blouse. And drinks aren’t even being served.