Dear Friends, and Family, and people I know and people I don't know:
I need help. Desperate help. I have been invited to a luncheon. A Wive's Club luncheon. At the house of a wife. The wife of the University president. The University where my husband works. Those of you who see me on a regular basis, and those of you who might recall my "style" probably can now guess what my crisis is.
Oh, dear. You know I'm in trouble. So, let's assess the situation. I did go to the store just this week and bought myself a pair of nice khakis, Dockers. They are the only pants that I have right now that fit me really well, and I think that would be appropriate for a luncheon, right? I also, thanks to my fantastic sister who takes such good care of me have a few nice shirts. Devin told me it was nice to see me wearing something "feminine". Which means something that does not have the words "Nauvoo, IL" on them, or a giant tiger.
Ok, so I could probably find something in there to wear, that seems good, right? But then I came to shoes. I have my running shoes that I bought in, no exaggeration, 2002. I mean, they still look real good... but I don't think they'll work. And I have a pair of silvery black flip flops.
I have a pair of black high heels, and a pair of brown high heels, and then all that's left is a pair of brown flats and black flats.
That's it. All the shoes I own in the entire world. What to do? What to do? Keep in mind that I am married to a man who would under no circumstances let me go out and buy a pair of shoes just for this luncheon. So think, ladies, think! The invite says "Come and enjoy a "picnic" lunch, meet new friends..." What do you think it means that the word "picnic" is in "quotes"? Maybe I shouldn't wear khaki pants. Jeans?
Help me, I am begging you.