Material Girl

Baby Girl and I went shopping yesterday, primarily to find her a pretty and suitable dress for my brother's wedding next week. There was some Strasburg on-sale, but the only obviously non-Christmas dresses were black velvet with red trim on the collar and sash. Black. On children, especially babies. It's just so....somber and wrong. She looked like a tiny, mostly bald, nun. So weird looking. We went with a darling smocked bishop, light pink, with small seed pearls since this is a fancy occasion.

After we finished our priority-shopping, we browsed around the mall. Baby Girl and I found some darling baby Mary Jane shoes that were soft and pretty and fit her freakishly small size 2 feet. I don't really care for those baby leather slipper things, and these have just enough shape (though are still squishy). Our big mall in the arid Southwest has just added a Carolina Herrera boutique and a Jimmy Choo boutique. OMG. Love it. Love it all. Now I need a bigger wallet. Or less guilt. That Choo Ramona bag? So, so pretty. And, honestly, a tiny bit unnecessary for a woman whose current bag is loaded with dust and crumbs, a random pecan in its shell (?), my sons' velcro wallets in CAMO and FLAMES decor; her own Vera Bradely wallet, a changing pad, sensitive wipes, dipes; crayons and pens; one lip gloss and one lip stick that go with everything; cell phone which hopefully has enough charge; a hair elastic and two hair pins; a change of training pants (3 YO Boy has been trained for 15 mos, so....those are old)

So....do you think those e-bay deals where the bags are reported to be 'authentic' yet are about 20% of the retail price is a bunch of hooey? I'm kind of just wondering.

My Kindergartener starts Spring Break at noon tomorrow. We need to do haircuts, and then a photo-op with the Easter Bunny. We'll be seeing my entire extended family for my brother's wedding a week from Easter. He's (my brother) been driving me a bit crazy. He wants my sons (5YO Boy is his godson) to be ring bearers, and his bride is going to pass out and die unless these sweet, sweet children wear tuxedos. I'll wait. Are you done dry-heaving? It still occasionally overcomes me, too. Little boys in tuxedos? Totally ridiculous. All I hear about is how factor X of this wedding is going to be 'SO sophisticated!' or 'fabulous', and I am trying hard to stop rolling my eyes. Trust me, this whole thing is a big circus, and showing off their stuff seems to be what this couple enjoys doing. Maybe I used to be like that, too. Maybe I was a little Bridezilla 9 years back when we were married back home in Georgia. Then again, Husby and I gave out BBQ sauce from Fat Matt's Rib Shack in Atlanta as wedding favors (because YUM! more beloved than hard almonds!) and other than that we basically did whatever my mother wanted to do.

Must run, friends, and pull everyone together for the day. I'll keep you updated through the Wedding Countdown. I am praying for an Easter Miracle that the little black tuxedos will not be ready on wedding day, and the buddies will actually have to wear their precious and very handsome Easter clothes from the previous week, instead.