Dental Hygiene
One of Jack's very favorite things right now is brushing his teeth. He likes, I think, the taste of the baby toothpaste and playing in the running water and being allowed to stand on his two-step stool that I bought at Target. Anyway, he will happily brush for as long as I let him and as many times a day as he can. This has given me expanded opportunities for self-care that were sorely lacking. I can douse myself with the twelve different creams and lotions that I need to stay looking presentable and maybe pluck my eyebrows and floss my own teeth and he will stand there gnawing on the toothbrush and putting the toothbrush in the water and then back in his mouth over and over.
My wrinkles haven't been so happy in a long time.
Getting Out
Last week, I was able to go to dinner with several of the smartest women I know who I am lucky to count among my friends. Piper, Debbie, Gale, Bridget and I had dinner at a great Cambodian restaurant, Carambola. It was so good to catch up on their lives and their work and to have some fascinating, deep conversation. Last night, I met two other VERY smart friends, who both recently bought houses, Melanie and Kate. It was so refreshing to talk politics and work and real estate and society's issues and grown-up-people-talk for two nights. I felt a little silly for awhile, as if my friends were speaking a language in which I had once been fluent and no longer am; it took a little bit before I could join in the repartee with opinion and thought. Tonight, I get to go to the famous Auntie Sheila's fabulous Cambridge flat for her deck opening soiree. With this group of women, the conversations tend to be much more fun-related than serious, and I am looking forward to relaxing and seeing everyone and relating the story of my dress.
Big Night
[That, coincidentally, is the title of one of my very favorite movies of all time. If you like food, music or fashion, even a little, you should rent it.]
I don't get out much anymore for anything for which I need to dress. I'm way over the age when I had a wedding every weekend and I can no longer afford to attend openings and events and galas (and I don't have time, anyway.) So, my friend Spence's upcoming wedding next Saturday is a big event for me. And, as I am still fashion-smitten, even though I spend most of my time in anything that I can wear to a playground, choosing an outfit for the wedding was something that I was looking forward to.
The dress that I wanted to buy had to have one feature: it had to match the gorgeous silver leather and hot pink satin Emma Hope slingbacks that I bought at a sample sale in NYC when I still did things like go to sample sales. First, I scored a beautiful and very uncharacteristic for me BCBG frock on eBay: it's a soft turquoise with a sheer silk overlay covering a beautiful silk satin slip in the same color. It has an asymmetrical hem and a V-neck and back. There is some decorative stitching; otherwise, it is simple. So, everything is fine. I even found a cute bracelet at Target that went well with the dress and I bought a little short-sleeved silver-sequined bolero at Nordstrom on sale as a cover up. Done.
Then I got the invitation. The wedding is at 11 AM. Um...sheer turquoise and silver-sequined boleros when the only thing that a respectable member of society should be drinking is a bloody mary or a bellini? No.
So, the other day, on our way to play group, Jack and I stopped at the Burlington Mall because my cell phone had died a very undignified and sudden death and I needed to buy a new one at the Verizon store there. While I was buying the phone, Jack shook a display and a large plastic sign fell off and hit him on the head, which led to everyone in the store running over to us shrieking (Jack wasn't shrieking as much as some of the people there were.) Anyway, fortunately, he was fine and I got the damned phone and we hightailed it out of the phone store. I had parked in the Lord and Taylor parking lot, and, coincidentally, we had to walk right by a display of summer dresses that were marked down to 65% off. I had already decided that a sundress would be the proper approach to my wedding dilemma, so I found one that is a beautiful grass green with a small design of abstract hearts running through it in white. Green and white: perfect with the pink and silver shoes. And, it is lined with a beautiful hot pink silk lining. The bottom is pleated, so there is some swish and it's tailored, which is more my style anyway. AND it was $40. Sweet. I grabbed a size 6, didn't try it on and we left the store and got to play group. When I got home, it fit well (a 4 might have done the trick, but this will be fine) and I am a happy girl. I can return the bolero to Nordstrom and I'll just resell the BCBG on eBay.
I guess that it's a good thing that I don't get out that often; it could be dangerous for Jack and very time consuming!
4:55:34 PM 
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