As a stay-home mom, I am seriously lacking confidence when it comes to fashion.  Today I’m trying to pack for my trip and I thought I had it all planned but here I am caving under the pressure.

     When I went to Disney in December for my Moms Panel training, I left home feeling pretty sure in my wardrobe choices.  That, in spite of the fact that Disney had forewarned us that we’d have a camera crew following us around pretty much everywhere except for into the ladies room.  They even tossed in a photo shoot and an on-camera interview.  No biggie, I thought.  Cool as a cucumber – that’s me.

     Ha!

     I learned a very interesting thing during that trip: there is a HUGE difference in what is considered casual on the East coast vs. out here in the West (where I happened to have been born and raised thank you very much).  Yeah, um, East coast casual is the equivalent of West coast church clothes.  Yikes.  To the best of my memory I was the only one who wore jeans on that trip.  Sheesh.  Way to impress ‘em Darcie.

     It’s not entirely my fault.  I wanted to bring some church clothes just in case, but I was so concerned that the dumb airline would lose my luggage and leave me in an even worse predicament that I crammed all of my stuff into a carryon.  Probably not the best decision I’ve ever made.  My gal pals changed their clothes between events, but I didn’t have that option.  I had two choices: jeans or dark washed jeans.

     So, since I learn from my mistakes, I decided to step it up a bit for this trip.  I found some clothes that I could definitely get away with wearing to church.  

     Now, as I’m reading through the blogs of the moms who will be there this weekend, I’m finding I might have made the wrong fashion choices again.  Surprise surprise.  They’re talking about Sketchers and comfy Crocs.  I have heels (albeit itty bitty ones) and wedges.  Perfect.
             

     It’s too late in the game to change now.  I’ll be sure to get lots of pictures though so that you can all laugh at the sore thumb of the group.  The dummy who wore heels to Disney World.  Yep.  That’s me.  The idiot in the front row.