Everything about the invitation seemed to indicate that this was a cocktail party so I packed accordingly. As we arrived at my in-laws' to unpack and change (with lass than 20 minutes to spare), my husband took a phone call from an old classmate who mentioned he was wearing jeans. We really thought he was joking. He assured us he was not kidding.
Thankfully, the party was only a few blocks from my in-laws', so we sent Granddaddy on a reconnaissance mission. What a great father-in-law....willing to look like a gawking stalker in order to help me avoid a major fashion faux pas! He called back with a full report--and it was not cocktail. My husband was able to take off his tie and immediately look more casual...but my off the shoulder cocktail dress with shiny appliques did not give me any room to dress down.
I decided to go with the dressy shoes and casual dress.
I have to admit I went from having an excited feeling about the evening to a bad attitude and feelings of dread...all over outfit choices. I knew it was ridiculous, but I wanted to feel comfortable and confident. I wanted to be dressed appropriately. I wanted to look and feel like I fit in.
I suddenly went from attending a high school reunion, to feeling like I was in high school all over again.
God gave me a little nudging to get over my superficial self and go enjoy an evening with my husband. It also added some much needed humor when I overheard my mother-in-law say to my father-in-law, "I was going to give the children some chocolate cake, but it seems they have been drinking coffee all afternoon." I was so validated.
My attire wound up not being that far out of line and we had a wonderful evening...until one of those metallic heels got wedged in a vent in our hosts' home requiring two men to free it...but that is another post for another day.