Goodnight and I have been invited to a party.
At the beginning of the summer, I bought her a dress so she’s all set for something to wear. I, on the other hand, decided it was time to get something for myself. I’m not talking about a major splurge, but just something that doesn’t look like I’m coming straight from work. You know what I mean. Work clothes can have that ‘work’ look about them.
So, I decided to see if I could go green and find something suitable for a summer party at my favorite thrift store. Aside from the prices, I really support the idea of recycling of perfectly wonderful goods. I always have good luck there, but I haven’t ever gone looking for a summer party dress. Not a dressy dress, just something cool for this unrelenting heat, and yet looks . . . casual and fresh.
It took me less time that I thought it would – but come to think of it, I may have spotted the dress last week and didn’t give it a second thought because I couldn’t wear it for work. I didn’t even bother to try it on. I marched right over to the frivolous ornamentation* section with my dress to see if I could go green there, too. It was my lucky day, I guess.
I think I’m set for the party.
The guest of honor won’t give a hoot about what we are wearing. He is only three years old and will be more concerned about what’s hidden under the gift wrapped packages we’ll be taking with us. That’s as it should be. I’m glad he was born at this time of the summer so we have a reason to get together with people we know for good chats, good food, and lots of smiles.
*I once dated a fellow who referred to jewelry as frivolous ornamentation. I dumped the guy, but kept the phrase.