Yep, that is a 9 year old behind us with the bunny ears.

This past weekend we were in Washington, DC for the wedding of a friend. It gave me a chance to catch up with a friend that I see far to infrequently, and reminded me why being a slave to fashion sucks. In my current life, I have no time to shop. Fortunately, there is the internet. Thanks to sites like Zappos and Rue La La, I actually shop more than I should. 

Naturally, when Rue La La advertised the pink Lilly Pulitzer dress with orange embroidery, it just screamed out my name. Never mind

That's me, on the left, not breathing

that I don’t actually own any other Lilly Pulitzer clothes, so I had to depend on a sketchy, at best, size chart. Never mind that it was not returnable. Never mind that I am completely delusional when it comes to what size I wear. So when it arrived, I tried it on, noticed that it zipped and immediately stuck it in the closet, having no place to wear it. Until this past weekend.

Once I crammed all of my parts into the dress and managed to get it zipped, I realized one important thing: I could not breathe. It was going to be a long night. The  other fun part of the outfit is the shoes. Since I own neither pink nor orange shoes in the exact shade of this dress, I went with lovely, strappy beige sandals, with a very high heel. I realize that there are people that walk around in shoes like this all day long, and I pity those people. My shoes are very comfortable, for a couple of hours. Then it gets ugly.

The most frightening part of a Jewish wedding... the chair lifting. Even scarier when one of the lift-ees is quite pregnant!

As it turned out, I really did look good (something I rarely admit). My hair and makeup worked, the dress/shoes part worked, it was fabulous. You know, except for the breathing and walking comfortably parts. Those were not so good.

On the other hand, I did get to spend time with good friends, meet some new friends and celebrate the wedding of a dear friend. All in all, I would say it was a success. My breathing returned to normal as soon as I had my pajamas on.