I spent the day yesterday with the daughter who is getting in married in June. I explained that I really would have to start looking for an outfit for the wedding.
Immediately she proceeded to sit me down in front of various websites to look at all sorts of dresses, from maxi dresses (all the rage now, so I'm told) to 50's style dresses. I was looking at them all with that sinking feeling. I tried to explain that as I am now "a woman of a certain age" (well, let's be honest, a woman almost past her sell-by date), I didn't want to end up looking like mutton dressed as lamb.
A lot of these dresses were sleeveless. I tried to explain that I would like just a little bit of my arm covered up. "No problem" says the daughter. "You can buy a pretty little shrug to go over the top".
A lot of the dresses were just above the knees. I tried to explain that my knees seem to have turned into elephant's knees over the past couple of years.
A lot of the dresses were backless. I tried to explain that I really didn't want to be showing my back. But, of course, the shrug would come in handy again here.
By this time, I think we were both losing the will to live. Fortunately, I then heard cries from upstairs, as both little ones woke up at once. Phew!
These are a few of the dresses that she has said I should order :
|Bit short! I don't think it's quite bright enough for a wedding, do you?|