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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

I Have Nothing To Wear To My High School Reunion


Who doesn’t want to look great for their 20-year High School Reunion?
I have had months to plan (ok, 20 years- we’ve known this day was coming, right?) So, less than a week away, I had hoped to have lost ten pounds, perfect highlights in my hair, a beautiful manicure, and an even tan. Of course, finding just the right dress was the most important of all. Instead, I have gained five pounds, am sporting about 50 Shades of Brass in my ‘do, have grown-out, chipped nails and four different tan lines. After dragging my poor children through the mall for hours, becoming increasingly depressed in each fitting room, I came home empty handed.

Last night I dreamt one of my front teeth fell out, leaving a gaping hole in my smile. According to a good friend, this “could suggest there is a fear of getting old and undesirable.” Ya think? One of the stores I unsuccessfully shopped in was Forever 21. It was a busy place. Guess I’m not the only one trying to hold on to my youth.

As we entered the 300th store in our shopping venture, my daughter began to whine, “Not another one!” Exhausted and frustrated, I spun around on my heels and pointed my finger at her. “This shopping trip is not about you. Quit being so selfish.” I immediately became aware of the three fingers pointing back at me. And the trip to Tennessee is not all about you, Libby. No one cares what I wear, how my hair looks, or even if I possess all of my teeth. Evidently, going home brings out the kid in me – the egocentric, selfish one.

On the way home, I reminded myself of the real reasons I am so excited about this reunion- reconnecting with incredible friends, some I have known since kindergarten, meeting their families, reliving old memories and creating new ones. Our 10-year reunion was a blast! Honestly, I don’t recall what anyone was wearing. What I do remember is talking, laughing, and bustin’ all kinds of moves on the dance floor with an awesome group of people.

After my little temper tantrum and eventual revelation in the mall, I decided to make do with whatever is in my closet. I did find a couple of things that could work – as long as I stand in one place all night without moving or breathing. Sigh… Well, Vanessa has assured me I am welcome to shop in her closet. It’s comforting to know that even after 20 years, some things never change. Thank you sweet friend!

I’m still not certain what I will be wearing to my reunion. However, there is one thing I am sure I will have on… a SMILE (that, at the moment, contains all of my pearly whites)! 

MCHS Class of '92, I can't wait to see you!!

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