Hemming and Humming

Since yesterday was the Sunday before Christmas, it meant that my husband and I were running around like crazy people trying to be ready for all of our musical numbers in Sacrament meeting. He had a solo, I was in a trio, and the choir (which he directs and in which I sing) was also performing.

It also meant that I had to figure out something to wear that was Christmasy without clashing. It's all well and good to sound lovely while performing, but if people can't look at you because you're wearing bright red and the person next to you is wearing maroon, then you've already got a strike against you. Yesterday morning I opened my closet to pick out an outfit to wear and decided on a dress that is floor length, empire waist, cream colored on top and black on the bottom. And gorgeous! The only problem with the dress is that it needs to be hemmed. I have been holding the hem up with safety pins (since there was no duct tape handy) for the last nine years. Since I didn't have many other good options that didn't require ironing (quite possibly my least favorite chore ever) I decided to pull out my sewing machine and quickly stitch a hem. Five minutes later, I wondered why on earth I had waited so long to do that. It was lovely to wear that dress again.

So, we went to church and survived all our various performances, and did our other callings, and four hours later made our way back home. It wasn't until the ride home that I realized I had worn that dress on my wedding day, exactly nine years earlier to the date and time for that matter. We were married in the Washington D.C. LDS temple, but since it was so far away from home we opted to have our reception a few days later, and had a dinner that evening in D.C. for the people who had made the drive down to the temple. (Going home their three hour drive turned into a 9 hour drive because of the wintery weather. Now that's friendship.) For the dinner, I donned the black and cream dress instead of my wedding dress, since we were being rather informal.

Kind of a fun little coincidence...though now that I think about it, I think the safety pins were already in play for that hem. Talk about procrastination.