I ran late for mass today. Suffice it to say, I was running late for reasons 100% my fault, I am very repentant, and I shall never make the same mistakes again. And God cut me a break because Father started mass a few minutes late, which means I wasn’t late after all.
You see, Pat and I have determined three very important guidelines for determining whether you are late for mass:
- If you are inside the church before the priest processes in, you’re not late.
- If you are in your seat before the priest reaches the altar, you’re not late.
- If one of you achieves #1 or #2 while the other parks the car, the car-parking spouse is not late by virtue of the first spouse’s being not late.
No. 3 didn’t apply today because we went to mass separately, for the third time in a row. The girls are sick yet again. Please, please Spring come soon!
I went to an English mass for, I think, the first time in at least a month. I attended the Spanish mass the last two times, and Latin the times before that. Because we usually go to a Latin mass, I still have to look at the cheat sheet for the new responses when we do go to an English mass. Very humbling.
So anyway, this is what I wore:
My jacket is from Old Navy, at least 5 years ago. It’s a testament to how their clothing used to be of good quality.
I like to think my outfit looks a little bit like this get-up from J. Crew:
See it now?
J. Crew says that “a denim jacket makes everything seem a little more effortless.” Does anyone else out there get annoyed by the idea that our outfits are supposed to look “effortless”? At this stage in my life, “effortless” is pajamas. Just getting dressed at all is an effort and I don’t care who knows, dammit.
For more Sunday finery, check out the link-up at Fine Linen and Purple. Thanks, Kendra and Emily, for hosting!