jump down, turn around

We had one of these in our house this morning. That never happened up north. Impressively identified by the resident entomologist.

The boll weevil was a reminder of my fruitless quest yesterday. I spent the better part of the day clothes shopping. I never do that. The shopping gene is not part of my DNA.

But we have a wedding coming up. A beach wedding in Mexico. So I want something simple, sleeveless (Mexico in July - outside) with straight lines and in a natural fabric, either cotton (hence the timely reference to the boll weevil) or linen. One color.

Apparently such a garment does not exist. I found a plethora of dresses in bold colors, loud patterns and synthetic fabrics. This mother of the groom is not interested in any of those.

I shopped and shopped and shopped. Then I dropped.

I did get a new swimsuit (the spandex in my decrepitly old one quit on me - I guess there is a limit to how far spandex will last or stretch ~smile~). I love this new one though. Granny will be playing in the pool/ocean with Joshy.

So, I've shopped on line. Here and here and here. I am afraid I may have to go to Knoxville.

The quest for a dress is on. Any ideas for me?

Unless I try to make one....