Sunday, October 14, 2007

Smooth Moves

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Well, we all seem to be healthy for the moment, and I am up to my elbows in clothes (from the seasonal switch) and diapers (from a baby shower). And when I say up to my elbows, I mean that there are stacks of clothes and packages of diapers all over our living room waiting to be organized and put away.

When I asked for advice about how to smoothly make the switch from summer wardrobes to winter wardrobes, you people gave me lots of great tips. It turns out, though, that no matter what tips are implemented, it is still a lot of work, because, for one thing, a 6 year old's idea of "folded neatly" looks a lot like my idea of "wadded randomly".

Unfortunately no one piped up and said, "Hey, here's a tip! Let me come to your house and do all that hard work for you while you finish some smocking and sip an iced tea."

Anyway, since I'm fresh out of home organization ideas, I thought I would tell you about my two three (Thanks for reminding me, MaddieLynn!) most embarrassing moments.

Last week.

First of all, do you think it is a sign that my fashion sense is more slipping than sassy when an 80 year old woman at church (yes, the same woman!) shows up wearing the exact same outfit that I just bought? I had decided to look for something in the women's department, instead of the maternity section, so I would have an outfit that would carry over from pregnant to postpartum. Thankfully, I hadn't debuted the outfit yet. I was saving it to wear to my baby shower. It is still in my closet, though, unworn. I'm not sure if I'll have the nerve to wear it in public or not.

Secondly, when I made a trip to the post office, last week, a little old lady at the end of the line I was approaching smiled brightly and said, "Hi! How are you?" in a tone that let me know it had been a long time since we had seen each other. So long it fact, that I had no idea who she was. I racked my brain in the split second before I answered. Was she someone my husband had introduced me to at one of the functions he attends for work? He is always introducing me to the mayor's mother or Dr. So and So or the county commissioner's wife, so naturally, I thought she was probably someone that I had met at a banquet and I just couldn't place her.

I decided to play it cool and respond like I knew who she was, so I chirped, "I am wonderful! Isn't it a beautiful day God has.... given...." That's about the time I noticed that she wasn't so much looking me in the eye as she was looking past my head to the woman behind me that she had been talking to!

Being smooth and all, I abruptly abandoned my brief conversation and decided that I suddenly needed some object in the deep, dark recesses of my purse. I tucked my head and dug furiously until I figured the rummaging around had distracted her so much that it wiped the episode from her memory. She was old, so you never know. It could have worked.

Last of all, and this one places up at the top of the embarrassing moments of last week, we had the opportunity to attend a fellowship meal with some friends from church. It was a Mexican Stack, in which you basically build your own taco salad from an assortment of ingredients.

After I fixed my plate and sat it at an empty place at one of the tables, a couple of my children needed drinks or forks or napkins, so I tended to their needs and finally sat back down. As I was shaking a generous portion of salt and pepper over my food, I was wondering, "What was I thinking getting this much lettuce? And where is the guacamole I so artfully placed on top of my stack?" That's when I looked at an empty chair to my right with MY plate sitting there in front of it! I was seasoning someone else's food!

The owner of the plate and her husband both laughed it off and acted as if they hadn't even noticed. I'm pretty sure they were just trying to save me from feeling embarrassed, but I felt a sudden urge to dig in the bottom of my purse anyway.


Liz said...

How funny! The thing about being as far along as you are is that everyone notices everything you do. When I was pg with #4 it was great fun to run around town with my other 3 in tow, everyone would stop and stare. I can't even imagine the looks you get with 6 other littles! Great stories. Elizabeth

stacey said...

just ignore the looks and chalk it up to being pregnant! :)

Simple Journeys said...

I know all too well the trauma of seeing an outfit you own on an 80 year old woman. It happened to me when I viewed her in her casket!! I am just so glad I wasn't wearing mine at the time!!

Myfriendconnie@SmockityFrocks said...

Liz and Stacey, I do get lots of looks, but I just try to act blissfully unaware.

Simple Journeys!!! MaddieLynn and I gasped out loud when we saw your comment! Can you imagine if you had been wearing it?! Oh, the horror!

karen b said...

i think it depends on the 80-year-old woman. we have some very fashionable "senior saints" at our church. (like helen s.--am i right, michele?)

love your stories!!

Myfriendconnie@SmockityFrocks said...

It's no use, Karen. Michele doesn't read my blog *sniff*, but I'm not bothered by it at all....*sob*

Myfriendconnie@SmockityFrocks said...

Hey, wait a minute....You know what that means, don't you? We could talk about her here in the comments and she would never know!! So what is she making for my baby? Huh? Huh? C'mon, she'll never find out!

Bethanie said...

I do stuff like this all of the time. It makes life interesting. I wonder who invented that purse digging move.

Liz said...

Hey Connie,
I don't ignore the looks, I smile and enjoy them - it is the comments that I hate. ESPECIALLY, don't you know how that happens!!!! I just want to say, NO I"M STUPID!!!

A Hopeful Hollar said...

Okay, so I'm a skimmer and ADD! Please know that I love you and your blog! :-)

To answer your question... a quilt!;-)

KB is right, we have VERY snazzy ladies around here.

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