We skated into the last chance Mass tonight. That’s what happens when you spend your entire day working on a home improvement project. Yesterday we enjoyed two pool parties, so don’t feel too bad for us. We played, then worked, then prayed.
I wore this outfit to my 20-year reunion last year and forgot I had that skirt. Now that my legs aren’t blindingly white (but dangerously close), I decided to wear it again.
The real question is this: can I wear that shirt to Mass or should I take a cardigan to cover up my almost shoulders? I know. First world problems. I don’t want to be labeled as disrespectful, even if my kid screams in the middle of the consecration, “My penis hurts!” Thanks, Luke. So, weigh in. Cardigan or not? I’m not offended either way. The fashion police need to know.
The deets (no surprises here):
Shoes: Antonio Melani from Dillards
Necklace: Charming Charlie
Thanks to the sweet gals at FLAP for the fashion inspiration. Y’all are doing great things! Oh, and prayers appreciated for my specialist visit tomorrow. I’m off to see the pain management specialist for my back. Excited and slightly nervous.