Hard to believe a week has gone by since we finished our season on top. But there was a lot to do with Josie home and Easter fast approaching. I had to go to two stores to buy all the English muffins I’d promised to bring to my Mom’s for brunch.
Earlier in the week, Katie had come by to show us the shirt she’d just bought at Marshalls to wear on Easter. It was a very pretty, flowy top in blush pink. A couple of days later, Josie showed me the blush pink sweater she’d found at H&M to wear on Easter.
Since Aldi was out of English muffins, I buzzed over to Rainbow. They had the muffins (for a $1.70 more than the ones at Aldi. I should have bought them when I first saw them.) and right next door is a Marshalls, so I went in.
When I shop for clothes, the first thing I’m attracted to is the color. I hate wearing black, although I do have one or two black items I like to wear. The problem is everyone wears black, all the time. It’s so boring. I like to wear dark blue, aqua, some purples, some pinks, white and the occasional gray.
The second thing I look at is fabric: if it feels icky, I’m out. I love rayon, linen, cotton and some knits.
The third thing is details. At my age, I know what I like to wear. On tops, I like no collars, no elastic, no gold and no zippers or other metal details. I hate the current trend of putting button tabs on sleeves so you can roll them up past your elbows and button them. It was cute on one or two shirts but they stick them on everything these days and I’m totally over it. I’ve cut the sleeve tabs off a dozen shirts, including one with really pretty bell shaped sleeves. Oh, I also like my tops long. My waist is no longer a selling point (hasn’t been since ’89) so I don’t like anything that may possibly expose said expanse of doughy, traumatized flesh. Tunics are good.
If a top fits all requirements, I’ll try it on.
If I don’t love it, it’s a no.
I found a long linen top with a Chinese collar, three quarter length sleeves and just the kind of embroidered details I like, in the same blush pink both my daughters were planning on wearing for Easter.
It looked great on me.
So I bought it and we all matched.
One school of thought is that it’s a mistake to dress similarly to women who are half your age and size and are much, much prettier than you are. I say screw it: I made those girls, I can dress like them if I want. The way I see it, my daughters are proof that once upon a time, I looked pretty good.
We tried to get Jay and Zack to wear blush pink too but they wouldn’t.
Katie met us at church in the morning. Fr. Park gave a great sermon on how to interpret the empty tomb and how the craziest interpretation, that Jesus actually did exactly what he’d said he would do is the only explanation that actually fits all the evidence and therefore is the only logical conclusion.
That pretty much sums up Lee Strobel’s book The Case For Christ.
After celebrating mass and flirting up a storm with the baby boy in the row in front of us, we grabbed our bag of English muffins and went to my folk’s house where over thirty of us were gathered for brunch.
It was crowded, noisy and very happy. The food was great, as usual.
It was fun and festive and hard to leave but we had another party to attend up the road a bit. The Pivecs who remained in town for spring break were having dinner at Pam and Steve’s house. Fortunately for us, they live about a mile from my parents, so its as easy as a twofer Holiday can be.
Again, the company was entertaining and the food delicious.
It was nice to get such an early start on the Holiday because Jay and Zack wanted to be home when the games started.
March Madness, baby!
Today, we have windows open all over the house to let in the spring breezes. I had a good Lent, a great Easter and I’m ready for the next season to begin.
But basketball season isn’t over until we crown a new DI Champion and they play One Shining Moment.
I still can’t get used to the fact that WE WON A NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP.
Happy Easter!