We froze our butts off in Chicago. After keeping our house at a balmy 70 degrees all winter, we even froze our butts off in my parents' house. In fact, the only thing worse than freezing our butts off (other than the cat) was my mom reminding us every time we approached the door to put our hats and gloves on. I am a firm believer in grinning and bearing it when it comes to running from the warm(ish) house to the warm(ish) car, instead of taking five minutes to get bundled, only to unbundle in the car. But whatever. When we got to Texas, it was 68 degrees at 8pm. Heavenly. Yeah, I complain about the heat in the summer, but there's nothing like a trip to Chicago in the dead of winter to make you appreciate living in the sun belt.
And just to make you all hate me, the real highlight of our trip came on Saturday morning, when I snuck into my parents' closet to try on my bridesmaid dress without an audience (just in case it didn't fit-- I didn't want to be struggling with a zipper in the three-way mirror at David's Bridal with Jilly's entourage staring at me). Not only did it fit (alas in a bigger size than I'd like) but I found my prom dress hanging next to the bridesmaid dress, and it fit too! Sixteen years and four children after I wore it in my sophomore year of high school I could still zip it. Of course, I have more cleavage now than I did back then, but if I still liked the Laura Ashleyesque lavender and pink floral frothiness of the dress, I guess I could still wear it. Go me.
--originally published 2/20/07
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