I need to take a cue from Michelle O. My Easter Fashion Fail.
The Huff Post reported this starting headline re Michelle Obama.
Michelle Obama’s Easter 2013 Outfit Is A Prabal Gurung Repeat
Dear God in Heaven. The First Lady wore a dress to church Easter Sunday that she had worn before.
Well, this was my Easter morning.
Eyes opened to dark and the sound of rain. First thought. No sunrise service.
I went back to sleep. Arose a little later. Crammed iTunes gift cards, chocolate rabbits, seeds, hummingbird feeder into Easter baskets.
Had a nice family moment once children were somewhat vertical and had woken up enough to be semi-human.
Then I got everyone ready for 9 o’clock church. Sent them out the door. That left me to get ready for 9 o’clock church at 8:55 a.m.
It was still cloudy and damp but it was Easter Sunday. I pulled out a long skirt (that I’d had at least five years) and turquoise Easter egg blue sweater. Which I covered with another sweater. IT WAS DAMP PEEPS.
At last minute decided on flat sandals instead of distressed cowboy boots because spring was on the calendar and if not in the forecast.
And it was Easter.
I drove the three blocks, parked and clomped my way toward the sanctuary — all bundled up in my prairie skirt and layered sweaters.
That is when I first noticed them. All those long, high-heeled legs getting out of cars. The women. The young women with toddlers wrapped around their bodies, the middle-aged ones herding sullen teens and older women patting nervously at their hair.
EVERYONE was decked out. Like slammin’ good looking. Limes, fuchsias, silk turquoise (not wool fakey cashmere). All the women looked so fine and I looked like I was heading to a 1940s hoedown after a barn raisin’. Without a shower.
And don’t get me started on those girls home for the weekend from college.
Well, I tried to pose like that to make up for my lack of Easter style but my 12 year old said I was making her nauseous and to stop.
Honestly.
I vowed to never let Easter sneak up on my again.
Who am I kidding? I’ve never been like the other girls. My Easter bunny was brown for pity’s sake.
But I should have put forth more of an effort on Easter Sunday.
The first lady looked appropriately Easter beautiful, even if it was a second wear. I looked like I was going to a movie. At the Lubbock Cinema Draft House.
Next year I’ll be ready.
I’ve got 384 days to prepare. I think.
What about your Easter style?
