Tuesday, April 29, 2008
This video is proof of the healing power of cheese. Cheesiness, that is.
It's not my favorite Steve Miller song and it's certainly not my favorite video. But it does -- like lots of other silly things in the world -- take my mind off more serious matters.
And those matters are serious, to be sure, but I can't help things by being upset and defeated by them. Of course I have emotions; I don't deny that. But I need to get on with the business of my life and give this situation -- I wouldn't quite call it a crisis, at least not now -- its due but also give my life its due. It's not selfishness, at least I like to think it's not. Rather, it's the old saw about "put on your oxygen mask before putting one on your child or assisting others". Sometimes people have to be reminded that their own survival and well-being are worthwhile, too. That they are worth saving even if others need it even more.
The video, well, the song, actually, came to mind because I got back from meeting with a recruiter (a guy who I suspect was not alive when I was in High School) and decided to try on an outfit that I have as my fallback position for the Bar Mitzvah.
The Bar Mitzvah is in late September (hence the ticker) and it is South of here so I am expecting to be able to wear something fairly light but probably with some sort of wrap. I'm covered for the actual service as I have scads of suits and five that currently fit me. Plus there are others that are smaller. Something's bound to fit me by then.
The issue is the reception. Now, I've been told that it'll be during the day and fairly informal. And, this is a Bar Mitzvah and not a wedding so already it's less formal. The idea is for knee-length or cocktail-length attire, or even a mini (not for me, not even then; I'll still be, I suspect, over 250 lbs.) or nice slacks. A sundress could work rather nicely.
What I have is actually far too formal. But, like I said, it's my fallback position. It's the -- here's something I could wear and not be embarrassed by (albeit possibly wayyyy too overdressed) if all else fails and I absolutely, positively cannot find anything else -- ensemble.
It's a cream-colored satin top with princess seams and a square neckline. It has short sleeves and a little slitting at either side. It's fancy because it's satin (hence the song; I recalled the song mentions satin) but really plain. It zips up the back and has always caught my hair like nobody's business. Hence if I wear it, I've got to put my hair up. Okay, I can do that. It's a size 26W.
The bottom is an ankle-length column skirt in black satin. It's a size 24W. Of course I can mix and match these with other appropriate pieces if necessary, but I really don't have another top that would go with it. As for another skirt, I do have a slinky black skirt which is very elastic and fits just fine and is mid-calf length. This skirt, though, is LONG. As in, I'd have to wear heels, and I don't own anything higher than maybe 2". I dislike shoe shopping (sounds like blasphemy) because my feet are a size 12. Even when I was super-skinny I was a size 11 after about age 15. My feet are huge, and large families can easily live in my shoes. Hence I'd rather avoid shoe-shopping if I could. The skirt, if I wear it, would have to be shortened.
Anyway, to make a long story only slightly longer, the top fits fine (it's a little big, actually) and the bottom is okay but a bit tight about the hips. It can be worn without fear of me tearing it with simple walking and sitting and even dancing, but bending over is totally out of the question.
The last time it fit like that (which is admittedly imperfectly), I was going to my Russian cousin's wedding. He and his lovely bride have been married about 5 1/2 years.
Yes, with 45.6 lbs. off, I'm back to what I was in August of 2002.
I doubt I'll wear the outfit. It's nice and all but, like I said, it's really too nice for this occasion.
And -- and I never thought I'd be saying this -- I bet it'll be too big for me.