Anyway, I broke it out on Friday already (a sign of love) to go to the playground with my daughter. We stopped at the Collection store to make some returns and every single people in the store (not only the SAs) complimented me on it. The only hesitation that I had with this dress is that I was afraid to look like a little girl myself but people don't seem to receive it that way. I only saw looks of appreciation and well-meaning smiles while I was strolling with my daughter, but I have to say that people are forgiving about childish-looking outfits when you are with a little kid in toe. So I recommend it to all the moms out there (and it's playground-friendly).
When I bought the dress and I was trying to think what I would pair it with, I thought that it was just about time to buy a Jackie cardigan in navy (as you now I have a lot of navy in my closet, but not a single summer cardigan in this color) and that's how I wore the dress on Friday in the early morning (later in the day it got too hot for the Jackie):
I got a 0 in this dress even if it is a little bit roomy at the waist on me but the 00 was too short and uncomfortable around the armpits. The bag is my Longchamp "Le Pliage" in white, the perfect bag for strolling around on a summer day (even if it gets dirty very easily). I apologize for the slippers that peek out in the pic: in reality I wore my driving mocs because I couldn't locate my white sandals and I was at a loss. So I think that now I really need those navy Tory Burch Sally peep-toes, what do you think?
And now on with the second outfit. Yesterday night I was invited to a party to celebrate our best friends' 15th Wedding Anniversary (I know, you normally don't throw a party for the 15th Anniversary, but they love parties and so do I!) My husband left for a business trip yesterday after lunch so he couldn't attend but I wasn't too bothered by the fact of going alone because I just love them and a lot of my mom friends would be there. The party was held at a very nice restaurant where that had rented a private room with live music to accompany the meal and dance after. The perfect party, I tell you.
As soon as I received the invitation, I knew what I was going to wear: the dress that I wore for my 40th bday party. My long-time followers will remember it from my post last summer. I love this dress but because is very noticeable is the kind of dress that you don't wear twice around the same people (and that's why I didn't consider wearing it for the wedding in Seattle, as the groom was one of the guests at my birthday party and I thought it would be disrespectful to wear at his wedding). But none of yesterday night guests was invited to my party last year (as they are new friends), so it was the perfect occasion to wear it again. I put on my best "dancing shoes" (a pair of silver snakeskin sandals with a medium-height stacked heel):
So I was all dressed up waiting for the the babysitter to arrive and my daughter was sitting at the table all quiet. All of a sudden she started to cry and at the beginning I didn't understand why she was crying (I have to say that she is scared of little bugs and she bursts in tears very easily so I thought that she had just seen a fly or something). But when she started to point to her nose I immediately understood that she had stuffed something up her there (after inspection it turned out to be the cap of a toy that had a small water tank and that she was able to take out). I was between panicked and terribly angry with her for ruining my evening, one of those time when you regret the day when you had the bad idea to have a child. After trying for fifteen minutes to take it out her nose with a Tweezers, where the only result was that it got even higher up, I gave up and I decided to take her to the ER. In my outfit (but I changed my shoes). The babysitter arrived just when I was running to stop a taxi, so I asked her to wait in case it wouldn't take long because I was still hoping to be able to go to the party.
The last time that I was at the ER I waited for 4 hours only to be admitted, but this time we were lucky and when we got there there was only another patient before us, so we were admitted after fifteen minutes or so. The doctor was able to take the cap out in just one try with a hooked little stick (I should have asked him where I could get one of those for the next time) and actually the wait for a cab (Saturday night around 9 pm in NYC) took longer than our stay in the emergency room.
In the end I could go to the party, even if I was very late and I made an entrance a la Carrie Bradshaw as everybody was seated and looked at me (I arrived just before they started to serve dinner, that was delicious by the way, one of the best meals that I ever had). I had a very pleasant night out but what an adventure!
My husband is on a week-long business trip, so stay tuned for more posts to come.
Have a nice Sunday!
