Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Stress relief

Lots of ways to put off doing what I should be doing. Lots of ways to deal with stress.

Like blogging, for example. Or shopping. Which I did today - nothing like a stop at Ann Taylor to make me feel better. Plus a run through Dillard's. I need a dress for a Christmas party. So I looked, a bit, got some ideas. Found lots of separates, lots of spangly tops with sequins. But I'm not sure that's the look I'm going for. I browsed in Dillard's, found a stunning coat (that I would wear once a year), a couple maybes. Then I hit the part of the store where the sweaters have large cats on them ... I was done.

Who wears those? I mean, really?

I am already down one husband this week, and tomorrow I'll be minus a daughter, as Alison heads off to Fort Worth for the thespian convention. It will be strangely quiet around here.

Saturday night, we went to dinner, the entire family. I ordered a drink, and the waiter asked for ID. You are kidding, I said. No, he was completely serious. I complied, and he returned it, saying, You don't look that old.

Flattering, naturally. But I'm thinking that it's not so much a testament to my youthful glamour as it is a sign of his cluelessness. I mean really, what did he see? A couple with their three daughters? Or Gary with his three daughters and his teenage girlfriend?

Scary stuff. But it's always nice to know I can pass for my daughter's elder sister.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

First off, I'm with you on the cat sweaters. Not only do I wonder who wears them, but I'm scared of the company who manufactures them. Can you just imagine the brainstorming session that inspired them?! Regarding dresses, I've been looking for one myself lately and have had quite a hard time. I did get a cool one that is very 1960, but I'm afraid the heavy brocade fabric does nothing for my figure. I have a back-up dress which is a simple black number, but very classy and very chic. Maybe I'll go that route if we choose to attend this party.

Congratulations on getting carded! Yes, it's flattering, but you do have a point about the cluelessness of the waiter. Perhaps he thought you were an older friend of Alison's. Or maybe he was just curious to know your age. I think I'd randomly card people just to find out their age. I'm nosey that way!