“Are you ready for some serious shopping?” I asked PB as we got in the car to make a trip to the big city. His eyebrows went up, his shoulders went down and sweat started beading on his forehead. “Aw, it’ll be fun,” I said. And it was.
This was the I-don’t-have-a-dress-to-wear-to-the-wedding-yet shopping trip. Oh,yeah, and PB probably needs something, too. So we spent yesterday going into every dress shop in Madison and I must say, PB was a real trooper. Nary a complaint, not even a sigh. I let him stop for ice-cream mid afternoon and he was good for another two malls.
The MOB dress is a tricky thing. She can’t look better than the bride and bridesmaids, but she should look a little better than everybody else. She doesn’t want to look too old, but she can’t look like she’s trying to be too hip. Long or short? Bright colored or subtle? $368 or $40?
I saw it in the second store I looked, and nothing measured up the rest of the day. PB thought that meant an early exit, but he was game when I mentioned that shoes, necklace, earrings were next on the list. Good thing he was eating ice-cream at the time, getting his strength up for round 2. What a patient man.
Buying PB a suit was a breeze. Instead of traipsing around the city to every dress shop, if you’re a man, you go to the only men’s suit store in town. A very professional, well dressed young man directed us to the perfect suit with the perfect fit with the perfect shirt and tie. Perfect. So easy. But I wasn’t jealous. I like traipsing around with my husband.
So, we are going to look good, but not too good; not too young and not too old; classic, yet with a little flair. I only forgot one thing: Spanx.