What I Wore - Fail
Well, what I wore was a semi-fail really. Bill was complimentary when I came out and twirled and he took my picture this morning:
But I had an issue with the Grasshoppers. There is Velcro across the top of the shoe. It's designed so you can adjust the shoe for a wider or narrower toe. I adjusted it and when I climbed into the truck one of the toe straps popped open! I reattached it (puffing a little) and we left.
We stopped for mints and I went in to get them and when I got out of the truck, it popped again! Rats! I ignored it. Big mistake. The shoe flapped as I walked in and I felt like I did when I was 10 and my saddle shoe sole flapped.
Inside at the register I pretended I dropped something, hurried and reattached it, paid for my gum and left. It popped open on the way to the truck...flap, flap, flap.
By this time I felt hot and out of sorts. The windows had to be down and we discovered the new church we were visiting was on a dirt road. Choking on the dust, we turned in and I wanted to reattach the shoe in the car but it was a tight space. It was then I suddenly noticed the pink berries in the skirt were bright red in the sunshine. Next to my pink shell the color clash hurt my eyes.
I could have chosen the black shell, with the cotton shawl! But no. Now, sitting in the sun this white shrug I became sweltering hot!
I opened the door to fix the dang shoe again and one lady standing in the parking lot craned her neck to see who we were and what we were doing. I quickly closed the door and told Bill we were leaving. He didn't argue but pulled out. A bit quickly and roared up the dirt road. OK, he didn't roar but drove faster than I would on a dirt road belching choking dust.
The breeze cooled me off and I felt remorseful. I shouldn't let a bum shoe keep me from worship so we turned back and by then everyone was inside. I fixed my shoe (unseen by others) and we went in. The shoe held together during the entire service. There was a supper afterwards, but we hurried out because we didn't know them and we had a lunch shop to do.
When I reached the truck....the Velcro popped.
And continued to pop, pop, pop all through lunch.
F a i l....not an epic fail, but close.