Retro Nite - the plan B

Retro Nite required a Plan B.

The dress
(a) stunk like mildew -- which I could not bleach and get out
(b) was 100% polyester double-knit (can you say HOT FLASH??) and
(c) made me look like a large, walking pile of psychedelic vomit.
And of course I found this out the afternoon of the event, since the dress came while I was away at school.

Never fear. I am an intern. I can improvise.

The Harpist had a tie-dyed shirt. Reedy Girl had beads. I had scissors, and accessories courtesy of WalMart (which I had purchased to go with the aforementioned dress.)

My beloved had a dashiki from his middle school days, so he was set. (Can we talk about men being able to wear clothes from their middle school days, and why women can't?? I mean, is this FAIR???)

SO here's our FAB look...



We shook our groove thang and had a blast. Oh, yes, here's a photo of me with my co-workers. (We didn't dress like this for Sunday... though we thought about it.) Do note the "Charlie's Angel's poses!!


I love my church! And I work with some great, crazy (or is that crazed??) people!

Deb

10 things!

I am getting a cold just before my student sermon this Sunday. What great timing. (not) I really feel like crawling into the nearest hole... but I have made it through making Thanksgiving dinner (with help) and Beloved Bearded Spouse is going to do the rest of the clean up. I am taking a break from sermon prep. I'm trying not to complain here, but this demon of a cold could have waited until next week. Ya know?

OK. An antidote to complaining is gratitude... or so I am going to preach... (very funny, Lord.) So for a taste of my own medicine, here's 10 things that make me thankful for this cold.

1. tissues
2. purr therapy from Tiria (apparently I am forgiven for leaving for 10 days)
   
3. throat spray called "Singer's Saving Grace"
4. ibuprophen
5. robitussin cough gels (last 8 hours)
6. it's not the flu
7. it's not bronchitis
8. I don't have to sing this week
9. so far I haven't given this bug to anyone else
10. I'm getting out of cleaning up after a turkey dinner

ATT-CHOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo

Deb