Last night Alex and I went to our friends Anne and Lane‘s wedding. It was held in an elegant location downtown with dinner, dancing, and–get this: No Kids! Well, there was one baby there, but it was a girl, it was wearing a bow in its hair, and it wasn’t mine. Woohoo! It was lovely. Anne and Lane seem thrilled and are off to Thailand on Monday and had a beautiful ceremony and a great dance party afterwards.
But my super special news (aside from the no-kid thing) is that I dressed up in adult clothes–with my husband–for the first time in a looooong time:
You can’t see ’em, but I’m also wearing 3-inch heels. So much fun. Sam and Jack were totally perplexed, however. Sam: “Why are your legs brown?” Me: “Because it makes them look fancy.” Sam: “Did you paint them?” Me: “No, I’m wearing something on them.” Sam: “No, you painted them.”
Then, when he saw me put on my shoes he said, “You’re wearing Glass Slipper Balls!” (Those of you who are frequent watchers of the Little Einsteins will know that is an episode of said program, and heretofore, Sam’s only reference to high heels.)
Sam and Jack spent the rest of the time until the babysitter got there and I was entirely forgotten stroking my legs and talking about paint (couldn’t convince them otherwise) and walking around in any other shoes they could find that have any sort of heel at all.
And a good time was had by all! Congratulations, Lane and Anne!