This is my own A-to-Z Challenge for the month of June — likes and dislikes. If you want to join me, just add a comment of something you like that begins with the letter B and something you don’t like.
“What’s something I like that begins with B?” I asked Mary.
“Biscotti,” she said immediately. Ooh, I do like biscotti.
“Books,” she said.
Does this girl know me or what?
“Bugs,” she said.
“I don’t like bugs,” I replied.
“But you need a ‘don’t like,’ don’t you?” she said.
That was the problem. I had had an idea for a post, but when I sat down to write it, my words went off in a direction and I was stuck with a “don’t like” that I hadn’t expected. Sometimes that happens.
But I really do like biscotti, books, Bosnia (one of my best trips ever), and the color blue.
If you want to read what I don’t like, you’ll have to suffer through the next part. Please forgive the TMI.
I am not a shopper. Other than my frequent trips to the grocery store and occasional trips to Target, I really don’t spend much time shopping.
When my oldest daughter set the date for her wedding, my co-workers asked to take me shopping — dress shopping to be precise.
“Um… no,” I said.
“It’ll be fun,” they said.
“No,” I said.
“We’ll make a day of it,” they said.
“Really — no,” I said.
So I went shopping with my daughters. It was a painful experience — leafing through racks of frou-frouey dresses, trying on a few here and there. No, no, no. They all belonged on some other woman, not me. My daughters were great. They were encouraging and kind, but no. We all needed to face the fact that I was not a dress shopper.
In the end I bought some fabric and a pattern and sent them to a dear friend. She had helped me out of this very pinch once before by making a dress for me that I wore to two sons’ weddings.
My friend and I messaged back and forth. She sent me a mock-up of the bodice to make sure it would fit. Finally, about two weeks before the wedding, she mailed the package.
I messaged her that it hadn’t come. She went to the post office. The tracking number was dead. I pictured my package falling off the conveyor belt of a vast postal facility and getting kicked into some dim corner. Dead.
The wedding was in three days.
This meant another round of dreaded dress-shopping. This time I found one.
But here’s the very worst part of the whole ordeal. Because of the neckline of the dress I found, I had to go bra shopping.
I HATE bra shopping — and that’s my B.
And that’s enough said about THAT.
In Scottish Gaelic: Is toil leam biscotti, leabhraichean, Bosnia, agus gorm. Cha toil leam ceannach airson fo-aodach.
How about you? What do you like that begins with B? What do you dislike?