So I met this man. I so badly want to say “a boy,” but he is indeed by definition a man–the kind that knows who he is, what he wants, and how to patiently wait. I’ll come up with a name for him soon enough. Tonight I am meeting his parents. EEEK. In a desire to share my vulnerability, I have not met a boy’s parents since I was in high school and we all lived with them. I was really calm about it all week–even excited to meet the two people that helped develop this amazing man–until today when I realized I didn’t plan what I was going to wear. I finally used my style Pinterest board to get some inspiration during the kids’ nap time.
It’s summer. It’s hot. We’re going to an old fashioned Italian restaurant near the beach. I need something that flows.
if only I had a tulle skirt…
via Penelope’s collection last year
or something sweet like this
via la garconne
And if I had any skill whatsoever, I would do it like this:
Hopefully they’ll accept me for their son, even if I don’t actually have any of these pieces. We’ll see what I can come up with before 6 tonight. Wish me luck!!