Apparently the pool ducks are not welcome. I came home to these:
A bit of a closer look:
Rawr (or whatever sound alligators make).
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Bling bling - yes, but it's fabulous, and it was over 50% off and I luff it so much. I don't even want to begin to think about how the hell I'm going to wash it or keep from ripping sequins off of it while I sit and fidget (my forte).
My most pressing concern, at the moment, is what do I put on my feet with such a creation?
The chick in the picture (which you can't see) is wearing gold peep-toe heels. I could do the gold, but I can't really do the heels, as the CableGuy is actually several inches shorter than moi (yes, it is true. Luckily I got over THAT issue back in 2000. As long as he weighs more than me, we're good.), I actually am not very good at conducting myself in heels, and peep-toes always make my feet feel like they are being pushed through the end of a ball-point pen.
But it is a wedding, and a fancy dress and I want to look nice. I could probably swing a low-ish heel, something an inch or so, because (as CrabbyC has pointed out) I tend to be a clodhopper in flats, which I wear pretty much exclusively, so I guess that makes me appear to be only a generation or so removed from Cletus the slack-jawed yokel most of the time. But (Yes, I start sentences with 'but' and yes, I have an English degree. Bite me.) also because there will also be much dancing and drinking and general flinging-yourself-around-a-room-full-of-people-you-don't-know-and-let's-not-faceplant-on-the-floor-and-mortify-our-friend-the-mother-of-the-bride-if-we-can-help-it.
If anyone has any ideas, thoughts or suggestions on footwear for Cletus to pair with the above frock, please, speak up. It would be much appreciated.
Now where'd I leave my banjo?