(For the record: I really do believe that you can wear cream dresses to weddings, if you do it tastefully. Also, a sidenote- people could have showed up to my wedding wearing cutoffs and safety orange sweatshirts and I WOULD NOT HAVE EVEN NOTICED. Heh.)
Obviously, you need to be sensitive to the specific couple and their desires- it is their day and that demands respect (even if the respect is based on some 1,000 year old rule that is dusty and needs revamping) but don't worry... I am not disrespectful. It's just that I know my friends well enough to know that they would not have been offended by what I WORE, they would just be happy that we were there to celebrate their love with them.
And, oh, what a celebration it was! They had a beautiful wedding, and a super fun dance-filled reception where Chris and I danced like crazies until we couldn't even lift our arms over our heads anymore. We had so much fun seeing our friends begin their new life together, we didn't ever want the night to end. After the reception, we went and grabbed a drink with some friends at a nice bar down the street and had great conversations and laughed a lot.
It was perfect.
I felt like a million bucks in my cute little dress, and I got more compliments on it than I have ever gotten on anything I've ever worn before. It felt so good to get dressed up and boogie the night away... just what I needed to lift my spirits, really. So, thank you thank you all for helping me decide what to wear- it was the perfect choice! I wore it with black tights and flats and a little black cardigan.
Okay, shifting gears.
Here's my embarrassing Starbucks story, in a nutshell: I went to get an application and ordered a drink at the same time and picked out a mug I really wanted to buy as well. We had 4 Starbucks cards from the Holidays, but when I went to pay for my stuff, I couldn't find any of my cards. Also, my CREDIT CARD was missing. I had no way to pay. **wanted. to. DIE.** They kindly gave me my drink on the house, and said they would hold the mug for me and I could just get it when I dropped the application back off.
Later, I found my cards buried in an obscure part of my wallet, and figured out that Chris had my card and had left it on the dresser at home. I was pretty much mortified.
Ah, well. Life goes on, yes? I'm learning to live outside the confining box of what people think of me... So, I wear what I wear and I shake off embarrassment and I confidently fill out applications and print out resumes. Resumes that may not be impressive to some, but that sum up a life I am proud of and love deeply- a life I would not change for the world.
Oh! And get this: When I first started filling out my application, I wrote that I didn't graduate college. But then, while looking through old paperwork and trying to piece together my distant past, I found that I actually DID graduate. With an Associates of Arts degree. And? I graduated with Honors and High Honors. And I was on the Dean's List every year.
I had NO idea I was a college graduate. Makes you think they must be passing out those Honors Degrees like candy, eh?