THE NARRATIVE ARC
Just Try Dressing Up as a Middle-Aged Woman
Finding a wedding outfit is giving me full-blown anxiety
My niece took a few wrong turns on the road to lasting love, but things changed when David joined the family for Thanksgiving. The straight-laced lawyer didn’t seem like an obvious fit for a creative, but her carefree laughter suggested he might be around for a while. Cut to two years later, and there’s a wedding to attend.
It’s a highly anticipated event and we’re all excited to celebrate Lily’s big day. But at the same time, I’ve had a pit in my stomach ever since the engagement was announced. That pit can only be attributed to one thing.
As a middle-aged woman, what the heck do I wear?
I’ve been a jeans girl all my life, happiest in casual, comfortable clothing. Jeans reflect not only my style but my interests. I’d rather be at the movies than at a fancy fundraiser and I’m happier eating pizza in a booth than oysters at a marble-covered bar.
When I was younger I could dress up when it was necessary. The smaller waist and taut skin of youth meant it wasn’t that hard to find a dress with a simple silhouette and a strategic touch of glitter. But even in my prime vanity years, my heels never broke two inches and I kicked…
