Adventures in Charleston: Disaster Dress Edition

Even though I don't miss the insane humidity of Charleston, I do miss the people there so I was pretty excited to head down for the weekend for the annual wine tasting at the SC Aquarium. Because really is my natural habit not at an aquarium? So after driving through the monsoon that conviently located itself over my entire route I arrived and got ready in a record 11 minutes. Considering that work with kids all day, I feel like this is an accomplishment. Being both a girl and a micromanger I, of course, sent multiple outfit options to my friend to decide what the perfect outfit for a wine tasting with an albino alligator and jelly fish is.

Totally not kidding about the alligator.

Fast forward and we're in the car on the way to hang out with said alligator when I feel something pop on my dress. Yeah, that's not going to be good. Apparently the zipper on my dress just decided not to work anymore and I was left yelling at my friend to pull the car over and figure something out right.this.minute. And quick. To be fair this sort of thing has happened before but it was at a sorority function where the safety pins from a guy's suspenders saved the day. Unfortunately we had neither safety pins nor a MacGuyver in suspenders so back home we flew. Naturally the over planner in me had failed to see such a predictable event in my future and I hadn't packed another dress to wear. Because, you know, dont you always pack just in case your dress breaks? Well now I will...

Sad, broken dress

My dear friend Katie saved the day with a dress left over from her college days. Apparently I can wear a junior's dress still- if you finagle the straps up with a bow hair clip and in the words of the darling Tim Gunn, Make it Work. Of course this event did allow me to tell the story to anyone who told me they liked my dress and wear rhinestones for the first time since 8th grade. It also allowed me to pretend to be Katie for the entire evening in photos- I'm practicing for Halloween.

And best yet the weekend ended up being a blast filled with an incredible Mission's Conference, walks on the Cooper River Bridge, delicious food and time with friends! Apparently weekends that begin with a dress falling apart can end up being pretty wonderful.

At dinner with our friend George- the guy beside us wearing running clothes, sitting at a bar, and drinking Martinis. You know, the usual.