Monday, July 27, 2009
The hubs took me on a shopping spree at Cavenders this last weekend. He's had a gift card for a month and finally after much prodding and pleading he took me there to spend to my little heart's delight.
What I really wanted was a cowgirl hat. I think I'd really look cute in a cowgirl hat, however the hubs thinks I'll look silly. He's probably right though since I have one of those heads that never look quite right in any type of hat. I swear there ain't a hat on this planet that fits my head correctly...except perhaps that 1920s hat thing I tried on at an antique store, but that's not really a hat--it's a hair accesory. Anyone want to point me to a good Etsy shop with cute vintage hats? Kaythanxbye.
After much soul searching and prayer I selected a cute top in the women's section. The deep olive green shirt caught my eyes with its rows of ruffles and looped collar. Looped collar--you know where there's a hole just at the top. These kinds of shirts have been my favorite since I was a little girl. The top I think is perfect for casual settings in a pair of jeans, yet formal enough for a more dressy function with a pretty skirt. Hence why I wore it to church yesterday.
Then again what was I thinking?
The last time I wore a shirt with a "looped collar," I was perhaps twelve. Twelve meant I had ant bites for a chest. Ant bites meant no cleavage or accidental decolletage.
My husband warned me before we left home that perhaps I ought to wear a tank underneath my shirt. He didnt say my new top was revealing or immodest, he only asked if I was going to wear a shirt underneath. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked fine. I looked fine that is until I sat in the church pew and looked down and realized that, well, my ant bites were no longer ant bites. Apparently I have been blessed three children later. I tried to adjust my shirt which just made things worse. I could see the bishopric in front of me and I felt the eyes of the entire congregation staring at my looped collar. Even if it was my imagination. So what did I do?
I snuck out during the Sacrament prayer.
That's right--before I could be served the bread and water I left. I went home and found a tank top and put it on underneath. I was gone and back to church in ten minutes.
Note To Self: Don't wear the looped collar shirt without a tank underneath unless you're trying to build confidence for a Nude Fest.
I hate it when my husband is right.