Last week, MrB and I were invited to a large dinner that was also attended by various politicians and the people who love politicians. I decided to wear an Ossie Clark dress even though I had the feeling I should be wearing a suit instead. I asked MrB for his opinion.
WendyB: “Do you think this Ossie Clark dress is too much?”
WendyB: “Should I wear a suit instead?”
Of course, asking MrB about fashion is a little like asking my two-year-old nephew, Sebastian Berry, practically anything. Both of them are eager to tell you what you want to hear. During Sebastian Berry’s recent visit to my parents, we asked, “Do you want to go to the park?” and he said, “Yeah,” so off to the park we went. In the park, we asked, “Do you want an ice pop?” and he said, “Yeah,” so we got him an ice pop. But he threw a tantrum in the park, dropped the ice pop on the ground and devoured an ice cream he snatched out of grandma BarbaraB’s hand instead. When BarbaraB and I described this to Sebastian’s mother, Terri Berry, Terri said that she’d recently become suspicious of Sebastian’s answers herself and tested him by asking him, “Are you drunk?” He answered, “Yeah.” So clearly he’s liar … or a two-year-old alcoholic. Bad baby!
MrB is no toddler, so his word is normally his bond except, as I said, in the clothing realm. (He’s especially unreliable on the question, “Is this too tight?” Nothing is too tight in MrB’s opinion.) Despite knowing this, I dressed like a ’70s peacock to mingle with the suits. I felt perfectly fine about it although I wanted to laugh up my dramatic ’70s sleeve when we had to go around the table and introduce ourselves. All the suited-up men and women said things like, “I’m so-and-so and have a very important job in politics and/or finance.” Then there was me, saying, “I’m a jewelry designer and blogger!” I was tempted to add, “Couldn’t you tell from my outfit?” but I refrained.
When we returned home, I posed for a picture with Henry the dog for gorgeous blogger Midtown Girl’s virtual birthday party for her Pomeranian, Midtown Pup. Gigi couldn’t stand to be left out and photobombed the shot.
Henry ended the evening by returning to his ottoman duties under MrB’s feet.
Gorgeous blogger Jennine of The Coveted is responsible for training Henry to act like an ottoman. I’m going to ask her if she can train MrB to give truthful fashion answers as well … unless you think I’m better off with chivalrous lies. Oh, what am I saying? I love chivalrous lies. But what do y’all prefer? Pleasant fashion lies vs. tough fashion truths? Leave your honest opinions in the comments.