I usually stay home and hide under the couch on the day after Thanksgiving, but I had a wedding to attend on Saturday and discovered on Thursday that neither of the never-worn formal dresses I’d had in mind to wear, um, fit anymore. Oops. When did that happen?
I have a lot of dresses, but most of them are everyday affairs, or inappropriate for November. I knew this would be a relatively casual wedding (as it turned out, the groomsmen all wore white Converse sneakers), but if you can’t dress up for a wedding, when can you dress up? So out I went into the Black Friday madness. And let me tell you, it was scary out there.
At first I was very focused. I took the subway to SoHo and shoved my way directly to Max Studio, the store for which I had the highest hopes. Of course, they didn’t have the dress I wanted in my size, but I didn’t really have a Plan B, so I spent maybe an hour there trying things on. Eventually I left with a black-and-white flowered dress and a graceful but too-solemn skirt, and then I went across the street to Eileen Fisher and got a much more grown-up solid black dress. The material was gorgeous, and the dress was on deep, deep sale, and I know that all the cool people are wearing black to weddings these days, but I just don’t enjoy wearing black. The stores were mobbed, though, and my feet were already starting to hurt (you have to wear heels when you’re going to try on clothes that you’re planning to wear with heels, of course), so then . . . I went to Camper to console myself. There, I got these shoes that do not go with either of the dresses I bought, nor would I wear them to the wedding anyway, since I can’t dance in wedges, and I don’t even like wedge heels, but . . .
I mean, come on. A flower and grass? I had to.