Shades of my mother....
I love my mother, very much. She's a warm, caring person and she's a damn fine cook.
She's just a wee bit eccentric.
She loves the color purple to the point of obscession. Everything and I mean everything is purple in her house and what she wears.
If she likes it and it's not purple, she'll spray paint it or dye it.
My mom does not like to wear shoes, never has. She wears house slippers every where. And since she can't always find them in the color purple, she buys white ones and dyes them.
Guess what I was doing last night while watching my boys kick some Canadian ass?
I was dying a pair of white slippers purple so I could wear them to the ball this weekend. I couldn't stop giggling as I watched them turn a beautiful deep shade.
I'm wearing slippers because my dress is floor length, I want to be comfortable and I'm already 3 inches taller than Steve. I don't need something with any type of heel to accentuate this. I did the same thing on my wedding day, my feet did not ache and we looked to be the same height in the pics.
Speaking of the ball, I went to pick up my dress yesterday and the darn thing was still too big! So back I go tomorrow. At first they wanted me to pick it up at 5pm.
I don't think so slappy.
Traffic out here SUCKS. I hate driving to begin with and honestly the last thing I want to do is drive the 405 on a fucking friday night! I told them I wanted the dress ready at 1pm instead.
Well, I'd better get my ass in gear. I'm having a candle party tonight and I still need to clean up the house a bit.
