It’s wedding day around here.
And, while it is customary for the bride and groom to be on top of the world on this special day, the rest of us will soon be too.
Well, technically, we will be on top of a ski mountain, one that requires a chair lift to transport each of us to the summit and the ceremony.
The big, pressing question over the last few days has been: what are you wearing?
For the women at least, there has been much discussion about shoes and attire. It’s a survey of sorts, being passed around like hors d’oeuvres:
Heels or flats?
Pants or dress?
Strapless or sleeveless?
Add a weather forecast of 90 degrees and this becomes even more interesting.
So, this afternoon we wedding goers did what girls do best: laid out all of the options to debate the pros and cons of each dress. It’s great fun, I must admit. It’s like playing dress-up, or pretending to shop, or something in between.
As for me:
The old Jamie, would have spent two days, if not two weeks, figuring out what dress to wear, what shoes to buy, what jewelry to match. The new Jamie, at least the 211 days into her promise Jamie, has learned how to make due, be a little more creative than just swiping her credit card for a new outfit in a moment of confusion, and, she is certainly honing her re-purposing skills with what’s already in her closet.
There is just one problem.
Dropping my sugar addiction has also allowed me to lose something else.
My already-less-endowed endowment. (And, I’m not talking about finances here.)
So strapless is out.
I really wanted to wear my totally adorable turquoise and white striped strapless number. It’s a perfect fit for a summer wedding. It’s cool and fun and totally design worthy. But, I don’t trust it’s ability to stay in place, especially with my butt placed on a chair lift 2,006 feet about sea level.
So my long, chocolate-brown cotton dress will do. It will be cool enough, long enough, and just right enough for the occasion (and, the only chocolate this girl will have today!)
It’s almost perfect, except for one thing.
It is cut a bit too low for me now. But, I have a solution. A strapless tank top will now replace any cleavage that once stood in its place. And, that’s okay. Because the new Jamie is learning to go with the flow. Or, lack thereof.
Oh, and bike shorts!
I plan to wear bike shorts underneath. At least until I get to the top of the mountain.
Oh, yes, and flip flops!
I will be toting both heels and flip flops. Just in case.
And that’s enough. Actually, it’s just right.
Because, if there is one thing I am learning this year, it is this: I already have what I need.
And, whether it is strapless, sleeveless, long, short, hemmed, lace, cotton or sequined — there is only one dress that matters on this day.
The one the bride is wearing.
For, it is her moment, to be, on top of the world.