In the last post, I bemoaned my missing waist.
But in terms of a rehearsal dinner dress, the story has a happy ending.
You know the feeling. You already love something. You pray your shopping consultant agrees.
Time freezes as you wait for the pronouncement.
“I like it!” the bride-to-be said.
(Point here being that sheath dresses work well on women of a certain age.)
The dress fits much better than any I tried on.
What pleases me most are the polka dots!
I’m pretending they’re champagne bubbles.
We’ll toast our guests and the bride and groom and the groom’s lovely parents, who are hosting the party.
Back to the dress.
Yes, it disguises my lack of a waist.
But no, I don’t look as foxy as the model in the picture.
I don’t need to.
Bald Head Island, setting for the wedding, has real foxes!
Cliff and I sometimes spot one on the road that runs the length of the island.
A lucky camera person spotted the fox below right on the beach.
(Give the video about eight seconds for the fox to appear; until then, listen to the swooshing of the waves.)
To the waves!
To the sand!
To the fox!
And once again, as always, to life!