So, to my utter dismay, I discovered that I am expected to wear a dress to the last night of the horse show. This is utterly insane! Why did I have to pick the one discipline of riding where you have to wear make-up, do your hair, and wear a suit to ride your horse??
Since I have no nice clothes, I ran up to the mall Saturday night. And spent about 3 hours fruitlessly searching for something that fit, didn’t cost a lot, and looked halfway decent on me. I finally got the brilliant idea to hit the girls’ department at Lord and Taylor. Pay dirt!! I found a black dress on clearance, that fits, and doesn’t make me look like I’m ten. It also hides the fact that I have nothing up top, and flatters my generous rear. Yeah! All that for 30 bucks!!
I also purchased a cute jacket at Marshall Fields and a skirt that matches at Kohls but I’ll be returning them this week. I wasn’t sure last night if the dress would work, but when I modeled it for Dean today, he said that it was long enough, and looked nice. I was worried about the length, but it comes to the tops of my chubby knees, so if I wear spandex hose, all of my jiggly parts should be contained, and everything should look alright.
Now, I have to find a pair of shoes to wear! This is stupid! I have to wear heels to the horse show?? God, I hope I don’t trip and fall down the stadium steps!!