Material World

Tomorrow, blessed tomorrow, I am escaping this lovely little town and leaving the boys behind.

The fantastic foursome will be spending the day visiting, touring the botanical gardens, eating a nice lunch out, and shopping the afternoon away.

These girls are my rock solid foundation. I love them. They love me. They know me better than I know myself sometimes. And then they still love me anyway!

So, tell me this. Why, for the love of God, why am I spending an ounce of my precious limited energy worrying about what to wear?

If there was ever a group of girls who would not care if I was wearing rattly old sweatpants pulled up to my knees with cowboy boots and a tiara, this is them.

But still, I am sitting here worried about what in the heck to wear. I am actually thinking that perhaps, I don't even OWN the right piece of clothing for such an event, and I really might NEED to run down the street and BUY something NEW for the occasion.

Never mind the fact that whatever I buy will probably be a piece of crap, shoddily sewn, and sure to fall apart after two or three washings. I certainly don't have the option of buying fair trade, or considering at least whether or not this new shirt, pants, skirt, capris, or even maybe some new shoes was made in some country not famous for it's use of child labor.

Those just simply are not options. I mean, this is TOMORROW people.

How could I possibly wear something old and perfectly acceptable for browsing at flowers and storefronts with people who could care less about what I am wearing?

I'll let you know what I buy.