FML. I just opened the invitation to DH's retirement dinner to find out it is going to be "cocktail attire" at a country club. Why, because in 25 years, he has not learned to pay attention or tell me these things in advance and because they still haven't figured out that he'd much prefer jeans and BBQ.

Less than three weeks away and there's no way to get to the city to shop. Praise be that I opened the envelope this weekend. I resent having to spend money on this, but if I am, it's not going to be on a stinking sheath dress like all the other WAGs that I will never wear again, since this is the last blessed time I will ever be a misfit WAG. (I will work on my attitude, promise. This is not about me, it's got to be all about him.)

There are two parties, the daytime thing we covered here a few weeks ago and I think I'm ok, and now this. I really was expecting a small restaurant dinner that a classy casual style that I have well covered would have been easy to pull off. Shamefully, I have gained enough weight these last few months that none of my fall-back "cocktail" outfits will work. (Note to self, fill up donation back with all my old WAG-wear)

If I'm going to get something, I want it to be something I love and want to wear again. I was saving this silk top for July's Ocean Park post, surprise! What about this top with some cigarette pants? Palazzo pants? No pencil skirts, that is something I don't much like and will never need in our new life. Shoes WILL be flats out of my closet, probably these nude sandals. There are some olive d'orsays and some black flats or pumps too.