You know, I have my fair share of dilemmas in the closet, trying to figure out which combination of blouses, skirts, trousers, dresses, shoes, and accessories I should wear to any given event. (Sidenote: Maybe I want a uniform? I tease my mom that when she finds something she likes, she buys 10--one in each color, but maybe that's a good idea? ) However, my girls have no such indecisiveness. When they were told we were going to a reception, further defined as a "wedding party", they immediately arrived at these outfits.Flower girl dresses from my brother Dave's wedding, tiaras from Aunt Rebekah, and veils (Mimi's being an actual dress-up veil, Olivia's being a dancing skirt doing veil duty).
They were a hit. The bride, delightful Amanda Standiford-Johnson, exclaimed perfectly at their loveliness, thrilling my girls to no end. ("Olivia, the marry-girl talked to me.") And I've long given up my embarrassment at being accompanied by "beautiful" outfits to anywhere but church.