Interesting

Today's high temperature was: 56 degrees

Cloudy

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When the weather is like this, I have very little ambition.  I feel little energy and not very inspired.

I got up kind of early (8:00) and glad that I did.  I was showered and dressed when Dar breezed in at 10:00.

"I am so stressed and frazzled. I thought to myself,' I have to go to Judy's to calm down'."

"What's going on?"

"You know I've got the wedding tomorrow."

"Yes."

"Well...Daddy called this morning and he wants me to take him to the Detroit Yacht Club Sunday."

"Yacht Club?  Hm-mm."

"Yes.  We used to go there a lot and he just got a call from one of his old friends and a bunch of them are gathering there tomorrow for an early dinner.  He hasn't seen most of them in thirty years and he wants to go."

"That's nice."

"I DON'T HAVE A THING TO WEAR!!"

"What?  Is this a fancy place?"
<I know it is--I just like to hear her reaction>

"Oh Gawd!  It's the YACHT club!"

"Okay."

"I asked Daddy what he was going to wear and he said, 'just a sport's jacket', so I don't have to wear anything too formal.  I don't have any cocktail dresses to wear.  Oh---I used to have the most beautiful wardrobe.  Formal attire and cocktail dresses.  Gorgeous suits and pant suits.  I don't have anything like that anymore!"

"That was thirty or forty years ago...so I doubt any of those clothes would still be in style anyway."
<sarcasm is lost on her>

"I don't have time to go shopping.  I don't have two hundred dollars to buy a new dress! There aren't any high end stores around here anyway.  OH--what am I going to do?"

"Do you have a nice blazer you could wear with a pair of dress pants?"

"NO.  None of my dress pants fit.  I just gotta lose some weight."

"Ah--I have some fairly nice dresses.  If you want to look at them."

"YES!"

"Okay--come on back to the bedroom."

I walked back and opened up my closet door and started pulling out my dresses and laying them on my bed for her to look at or try on.  

"What size are these?"

"I don't know for sure, but I'm sure they will fit."

"I wear a twelve or a fourteen."
<in your dreams>

"This is my favorite.  A dress with a jacket over it.  You can wear it to anything."

"What size is it?"

"I don't know.  Try it on."

"No.  It looks too business like.  I want something else."

"A pant suit, perhaps?"

"No. Something fall looking." 

"How about this Hunter green coat dress?

"Oh no.  My Dad would take one look at that and................."
<what the heck is wrong with this dress? I love it>

"This would be a nice color, but I think it's the wrong season."

"Oh--I like that.  Let me try it on."

She did.  

"Oh, I don't like the flared skirt."

"If you wanted to wear a long one.  I have this...with the over blouse."

"Ah...no."

"I have a dark green velvet dress, but.................."

"No.  Not that formal."

"Okay, what about this one?"

"Oh.  I like that.  With the fall leaves on it.  Let me try it on."

"Ah...you've got it on backwards.  The opening buttons at the back neck...not the front."

"Oh...I'll take it.  What size is it...it fits really well."

"Ah--let me look.  It's a size eighteen."

"EIGHTEEN!  I HAVE NEVER WORN AN EIGHTEEN IN MY LIFE!"
<maybe you should and your clothes wouldn't look so tight>

"Oh..er..ah...it's probably a small eighteen.  You know.  Nowadays you just can't tell by the size.  You have to try it on to see."
<liar, liar, pants on fire>

"This is so surprising.  I just never thought you'd have dresses like this in your closet."

"Why?  Because I'm a country hick and you don't think I ever get dressed up?"

"Well...kinda."
<bring your rude mouth over here so I can slap you>

"I guess you never asked, but...when I worked for General Motors, I attended a lot of  parties with the executives I worked with.  Then, when I lived in Saginaw, I was the corporate executive secretary for a large business.  I went to many functions, dances and dinners with the big wigs.  When I quit work, I kept a couple of outfits for every season and donated the rest of my work dresses to a community center for underprivileged women going on their first job interviews.  I wore a dress and heels every day to work.  At that time in my life, my closet was filled with dresses and business outfits.  I owned one pair of jeans and three pair of dress slacks.  Kind of the opposite of what my closet holds now."

"Oh."
<like, if you ever cared enough to learn what my life used to be>

"I can't thank you enough!  You've saved my sanity and decreased my stress level about eighty percent!"

"And MY dress will be going to the Detroit YACHT Club.  WOW!"
<apparently sarcasm goes right over her inflated head>

"Yeah.  Isn't that something?"
<like I could give a rat's patootie if my dress or I ever went there>

I took the shoulder pads out and washed and dried it and touched it up with the iron a bit and it is ready for her to come back and pick it up.
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It is now 11:00 at night.  I wonder if she still wants the dress?  Who knows with that one!