Firsts and Lasts

I keep telling you that I made a skirt, and so far I've done nothing to back it up. It is true. I promise. But due to the whole camera cord situation I am still without decent photos. I do, however, have a few phone pics of the skirt.

Here's what happened. I found a dainty little shirt on Saturday that I really wanted to wear to church on Sunday. But nothing I already had went with it. So I bought some fabric, and went home, and worked well into Saturday night, and finally finished the skirt. I thought it was adorable. I even made a matching headband. I was on a roll.

So, I woke up Sunday morning, feeling ready to be adorable. I got dressed and felt so cute that I took a picture of myself.

I didn't really like that angle, so I took another one.

It was after the second picture that I went through my daily ritual of strutting my stuff in front of C and fishing for a compliment. Usually I get one. And when I don't, I trust the fact that I married a designer and take his advice. This time, after my long hours of laboring on my outfit, I pranced my way into his line of vision, looking for a "beautiful" or an "I love it"and he said nothing. Nothing, is bad. So I shook my bum. Still nothing. It was then, I, who had to go fishing.

Is it my shirt?

He said no.

My skirt?

No, the skirt looks great, he said.

My hair?

It couldn't be my hair, I spent ample time on my hair.

It's not your hair, he assured me.

Well then what, I pleaded?

It's the headband, he said, it is just plain weird.

I dashed to the mirror, to take what had to have been my 20,000th glance that morning, and I still looked as good as I did the first time. Headband and all. I wasn't taking the designer advice this time. I marched back into where C was sitting and I said, I like it and it's totally in right now. I then proceeded to pull up several pictures of girls who were doing it too.

Silence again.

It was then, and only then, that C suggested what he always suggests when I won't listen to him:

Call Markee.

I was thrilled at his suggestion!! I knew Markee would have my back. We have always had different styles, and heaven knows most of the time we thought the other looked outrageous, but we at least appreciated each other's expressions of fashion. I couldn't wait to send her a picture of my new skirt, and especially my new headband. I picked the second picture I took and sent it her way via text.

What do you think about my outfit, I asked.

She was in church, but she knew an emergency when she saw one and texted back right away.

I see one new text from Markee, and proudly walk over to C so we can read what I am certain will be her words of encouragment. I gracefully sat beside my love, and pushed read text, so we both could read Markee's words:

Your outfit is cute but what's on your head?

Deflation. Pure and utter deflation. And C was right. When I won't listen to him, or anybody else, Markee's the go-to-girl. So I moved my headband up, into a "normal" position, and went to church.

***Daily news. C and I just had our first meal together as a married couple at our own dining room table. Three years of marriage, and just getting a dining table feels like heaven. He had salad. I had honey nut cheerios. Bliss.