Like many women, whenever I get invited to an event, one of my first thoughts is, “What in the world am I going to wear?” So when I received an invitation to my future daughter-in-law’s bachelorette party, my first reaction was to be very touched and happy that I was included. My second reaction was to start fretting about exactly what I was going to wear for this occasion.
We were going to a nearby historical town to spend the afternoon visiting wineries, and since we would to be outside some of the time, I decided to wait and see what the weather was going to be before I decided on my outfit. I have reached the age where the more clothes I have on, the better I look. But I also knew that August can be very hot and humid, and had to take that into consideration. Luckily, the day of the party turned out to be only pleasantly warm, which gave me more choice in my attire. I decided that I was going to aim for a casual, yet festive look, with an eye toward maximum coverage.
Pairing white jeans with a light-weight, dressy top seemed to be the obvious solution, but I found myself hesitating, as I always do when I consider wearing my white jeans. I usually wear dark pants, which help hide the fact that the lower half of my body is bigger than the top half, and was afraid that the white jeans might highlight the fact that my body shape is, in essence, that of a pyramid with legs. Also, I was afraid that the white jeans might be ruined. Even though I always drink white wine (the wine of choice for clumsy people), I knew there would be plenty of red wine around, as well as other things that could stain white jeans, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk it.
I think if I hadn’t been rushed for time when I was getting ready, I probably would have made a different clothing choice. But I didn’t want to be late, so I just threw on the white jeans, found a top with a “busy” enough design to counter-balance the vast whiteness below, and headed off for the party. And had a wonderful, wonderful, time with my future daughter-in-law, her mother, and her close friends, including my daughter.
Which brings me, finally, to the point of this post. My white jeans have sat in my drawer for most of this past summer, as well as the summer before that. I have been too afraid to wear them, because I didn’t have the figure for them and/or that they would get dirty or stained. So each time I tried them on before going out, I almost always took them back off and put on a different, “safer,” pair of pants or jeans, believing that I would wear the white ones later.
What exactly I was waiting for, I don’t know. It’s not as though, at age 58, I’m going to suddenly lose a ton of weight or develop “buns of steel.” If anything, I’m going in the opposite direction, with the needle on my scale moving steadily upward, and the best I can boast at this point in my life is “buns of Jello.” And yes, white does show the dirt and get stained, but so what? That’s what bleach and washing machines are for.
The bottom line is that if going to a party that celebrates the fact that a lovely, sweet and intelligent young woman is going to marry my son isn’t worth finally wearing my white jeans, I don’t know what is. I may be getting old, but I can still learn something new. And what I learned yesterday is: appreciate all the good things that are going on in your life right now. And wear the white jeans!