It was 99°F in Fontana when we left for my godson’s baptism.
I thought I was being rather silly grabbing a cardi at the last minute but I knew the hubby would keep the truck a cool 60° all the way there. An hour and 66 miles later, we get out of the truck to a chilly 68°, which reminds me why I have such a love/hate relationship with So. Cal. weather.
Considering I hadn’t given much thought to what I was going to wear since it wasn’t about me – a sartorial first; I must be maturing – I do feel very pleased with the results of my last-minute closet grab. I love how the pastels played out and I was happily surprised to find I could color coordinate my accessories so closely.
I must also reiterate my love for the shift dress. It just elevates everything – even flats and a potentially frumpy oversized wrap cardi. I feel much vindicated knowing I ended up purchasing this dress in two other colors because they will definitely be staples in my closet.
Also, can we just give a shout out to KS#1 and her constant haranguing of the purse as accessory? I finally understand what she means about using one as a prop – it really does give my hands something to do, and I feel a lot more relaxed posing with one in hand. Of course, this just means I’m going to have to build me a purse collection.
Dum, de dum dum dum…
Anyway, the ceremony was a private one, conducted by dear Father Robert, the same priest who presided over my wedding and who baptized both my children. I think there’s something to be said about having a family priest. The lapsed Catholic in me would’ve tuned out the majority of any religious service, but because Father Robert knew us and spoke directly to us and made his sermon specific to our family, I never once felt the urge to let my mind wander. He even allowed Dylan and Aly to play altar boy and girl, including them in the ceremony so that they didn’t feel left out.
Congratulations on no longer being a heathen child, Lex!