So…these spring fashion shows put on by the ladies clubs are usually where you trot out in your best new frock, blingiest daytime baubles and fanciest shoes.
Fancy shoes, of course, are high heeled. Nothing against a trendy pair of flats, but they’re cute. High heels are fancy. To a fashion show, a lady dresses fancy.
So here I was on a recent Friday all gussied up in my color-of-the-season frock (emerald green), my statement necklace and my heels measuring exactly 4 1/4 inches. Yes, I measured them for the purpose of journalistic accuracy.
Now being caught with a last-minute phone call and traffic being what it is, I didn’t arrive at the Hurst Convention Center for the Colleyville Woman’s Club fashion show earlier this month until 11:35 a.m. Doors to the ballroom were to open at 11:30 a.m., so I understood, and the luncheon to begin at noon. Just wanting to make sure you understand that, although I was not early, I also was not late.
So I circled for a parking spot. And I circled. And I circled once again before I decided to admit defeat and hand the car keys over to the valet. I pull up…”Oh hello, gentlemen,” I say to the bevy of uniformed valets so very interested in their smart phones. “Could one of you park my car?”
To my surprise, the answer was no. No, they could not. They were “full.” Really? I thought valets were there to do the job when it was difficult, especially for a lady in heels. I was offered self parking in the not-so-neighboring Tarrant County College lot. That is a measurement I have not taken, but I assure you it is far enough that I would have selected tennis shoes for that trek.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Black-eyed Pea (www.theblackeyedpea.com) for allowing me to buy a Diet Coke and park in your lot.
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