You can dress me up, but...
So my girlfriend invited me to her country club for lunch. "No denim is the only rule." No denim? No denim? Are you kidding me? Is there a world without jeans? And do I want to be a part of it? I mean, I wore jeans to the "Today Show" -- and even out of jeans, I'm still Kristin, is that really safe to bring me to your country club? I am a writer, we're supposed to be eccentric.
But I love my friend. She's one of the few who visited me in the desert, washed my double stroller back when I was sick with two babies. Her husband brings me handbags from China. For her, I will wear slacks.
The country club is to-die-for gorgeous and it doesn't feel stuffy or cold, just elegant. There are three of us. We knew each other when our children were babies and here we sit, looking out over the San Francisco Bay, in a country club, ordering Diet Cokes together. (never mind, Colleen!) Who would have ever known that these stressed-out Mommies would turn into "Ladies who Lunch" after the storms. We're all still standing. That says something.
I can't help but see the humor in the fact that my jeans cost $154 and my slacks today were $37.50. No denim. Who is offended by such things? My friend asked me to do it again, but I told her, "What do you want from me? I already wore my pants!" I'm back in my hovel, in my jeans. And if she ever asks me again for such a lovely lunch, I will be on my best behavior. In borrowed clothes.www.kristinbillerbeck.com