So.... I went to my Grandfather's funeral today. He passed away early Tuesday morning. My folks called to let me know that I'd be one of the pall bearers. My first thought was (I mean aside from the sadness and grief) what am I going to wear? I am still not completely unpacked. There are probably 3 large wardrobe boxes in the sunroom, which wouldn't be a problem, except 3 bookcases, 17 rubbermaid totes, 2 office chairs, an end table, a dresser, and a mountain of crumpled packing paper blocked the way to the wardrobe boxes. I'm not too sure there would have been many more choices in those boxes anyway. I mentally catalogued the clothes in my closet and called my mom to ask if wearing a navy suit would be okay. She replied, "Yeah, I think it would be fine..." I interrupted, "I do have a black suit, but it has black fringe, red satin, and rhinestones. Do you think that would be okay?"
Out of respect for my Dad and Porter Wagoner, I opted to wear my navy suit. I mean, it's not like I was going to wear the hat!
My Singing Cowboy suit was created for a murder mystery dinner party that some dear friends of mine hosted last October. They hand picked the part of Dusty Diamond for me. It's amazing what you can do with a bedazzler, 3 yards of red satin, a few dollars worth of fringe, and an old black suit (that you think you won't need anymore).
2 comments:
I would have given A LOT of money to see you walk in as a pallbearer in your Dusty Diamond suit! I'm afraid the navy suit is probably very disappointing in comparison.
Our favorite cafeteria lady at Hendrix owned a bedazzler which she used often, but she never had anything that said "Cowboy Up!"
Misty Leigh
I'm sure it would have been ok. It's not like you would have serenaded everyone with Frame Thief or Greasy Lil' Taco...
Sorry about your Grandfather...
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