Oh No!!!!

Ok it has been a busy weekend because our son got married on Saturday. The good thing about a son getting married there isn’t much with the actual wedding that we had to worry about. All I had to do was worry about what I would wear. Seems like it should be pretty easy right. First I needed to find something that I could wear flat shoes with because I am still healing from foot surgery, second I needed to where pants because I would be needing to wrestle my mom around in her wheelchair, third it needed to be something that was layered because the wedding was outdoors and not starting until 6pm and finally my husband would be in a Tux and I being the step mom didn’t want to be over dressed. No pressure there right?

Last Wednesday afternoon I had an appointment scheduled for something else that would put me next door to one of the malls in the area so I figured I would stop in there and find something. I called in the troops (a friend to help me pick out something appropriate) and we spent a few hours trying on stuff and finally settled on a top and jacket that I would wear with my dress black pants. Yahoo, that task out of the way once I picked up my black pants already at the cleaners on Thursday morning.

Thursday evening I get my dry cleaning home and decided to try on the new outfit just to make sure. I pull the black pants off of the hanger and stick one leg in and notice immediately that something is wrong. I only have them part of the way on and already the bottom hem is mid calf. I pull them off only to find that these are not my pants. “Not my pants!” Sure enough the pants that I brought home from the cleaners were not mine. They were capri length and three sized too small.

Friday morning I stop by the dry cleaners and they don’t have my pants. Finding black pants wouldn’t be a problem for a normal person but since I have a 35-inch inseam it is a major undertaking to find pants to fit that are long enough. I leave work at 11am and head back to the mall for panic shopping.

After three or four stores I head to Nordstrom’s and find this nice woman that helped me pick out an outfit that met all of the criteria and I really liked it and in fact I would probably use the pieces in my work wardrobe as well. I get to the checkout and the total comes to $800 I tried not to fall over as I handed her my credit card. I collected up my bags and headed back to a few stores to see if I could replace a couple of the high priced pieces with something cheaper but looked similar.

Wedding out fit $150, Nordstrom Sales Woman = Priceless.