It had to happen.
The night before graduation, one last snide email from Herself.
Maybe I'm crazy, but I think telling people they should wear dark clothing because the maroon robes will bleed would be a more helpful tip a little earlier. Similarly, it's hard to see what good it does to tell people that accommodations are available--if you requested them several weeks ago.
Ah. Gee. Thanks.
So now I have two outfits, depending on how likely it is to rain: the adorable rose silk dress with the smashing ivory sandals to go with it--all festive and summery--or the (also cute, but it's just not the same) black sleeveless cotton number, shoes TBA. It's a toss-up between the quirky flats (they have ribbons, and sparkles, and the toes turn up--yes! You are jealous.) and the simple strappy black sandals.
I don't know how I'm doing my hair. I haven't picked out earrings. It's stinking hot. It's Friday the 13th, which my beloved grandmother always insisted was her lucky day.
Herself can take her email and go have a lovely day. I'm going to graduate. In a very very cute hat.
Most sincere congratulations! We are so proud of you and never doubted that this day would come. We are with you in spirit and have a lovely bottle of bubbly (you know which one) chilled and ready to toast your accomplishment from afar. Enjoy your day... and if you wear the black dress, wear the too cute flats! Hugs & kisses from all of us.
Posted by: lam | June 13, 2008 at 08:24 AM
Congrats! And have fun with the hat!
Posted by: Beanie | June 13, 2008 at 12:10 PM