Sunday afternoon my friend and neighbor invited me to a Christmas tea at her church.
This in and of itself shouldn't cause one stress. There isn't much scary about Christmas, churches, or tea.
The stress didn't happen until I visited my closet. An important side note is that this friend of mine is THE best dressed lady in town. She is a Georgia peach and a southern belle in all senses of the word.
This lady is always coiffed, accessorized, and adorned with classic threads and tasteful fits even to go to the mailbox.
She is also 70 years old.
My hope had been to shop around for a nice looking tea length dress to wear. With a cardigan if need be. I hoped need didn't be but felt, in my mind, prepared to cover up the girls if they were feeling reckless.
Needless to say, in my recent crazy spin cycle of hormone-free, organic, natural ingredients on the label grocery shopping spree, I did not make time to fun clothes shop for myself. I must've banking on a pretty little dress to materialize between the old, dusty, and pointy-shouldered options already there. And if that didn't happen, I figured I could throw some old things together with some new, add a dangly necklace and voila, a garden variety of embarrassing company I would not make.
Then my friend calls five minutes prior to us leaving to say, "Wear something glitzy!"
What does that even mean?
Sparkles? Shiny heels? Metallic fringe? Leopard print with some tinsel? What exactly are we talking here? How do I do 70 year old Georgia peach glitz?
So I panicked...
...until I found this:
An old scarf I bought to wear to my brother's wedding, years ago. Never wore it, still had the tag, and seemed the perfect amount of glitz for a church tea.
Once again, my hoarding tendencies come in handy.
Such a proud hoar...der.
The night went on without a hitch. A choral group of girls dressed in long Olde English gowns met us at the door, already singing and filling the halls with that twinkle you feel in your stomach when Christmas sinks in.
Tables upon tables were set with green, silver and a dash of red.
At least a hundred ladies of all ages circled about wearing their own tea cups on the ends of their painted nails, brought from home like a piece of beloved jewelry.
I was so excited to be a part of this glitzy event that not once did I ever even notice my scarf....
...was totally meant to be a shawl.
Outweighs a cardigan every time.