What I Wore Sunday, Volume 12

God bless you on this glorious Sunday morning!

You know what time it is: it's time to hit the links!  (No, I'm not talking about golf--although today might finally be a good day for that activity around these parts, if one was so inclined; after days and days of almost incessant May showers, the skies are clear!)  Let me put that another way: it's time for one of my favorite weekly blog link-ups:

That's it.  That's the one.  Hi, ladies!

Here's what I wore today, for the 9:00 a.m. Mass with my hub-meister.  (I don't know where that came from.  No wait, yes I do.  It came from knowing my husband for the past 40ish years and living with him for the past 32-plus.  We haven't begun to look alike, the way they say spouses often do; but we've begun to sound alike.)

Even after all those years, I like to try to look pretty for my husband.  I love wearing dresses (and even find them much more comfortable than pants); and since we don't have the kind of social life that requires a lot of dressing up, I love wearing them to Mass every Sunday.

Outfit details:
~Cotton sundress (old): Karin Stevens brand; under $20, from a sidewalk clearance sale somewhere or other, many moons ago  
~Short-sleeved cardigan with Peter Pan-style lace collar (new):  Joseph A. brand; from TJ Maxx, $19.99  (Can you say "demure"?)
~Patent "leather" ballet flats, with gross-grain ribbon bows: American Eagle brand; from Payless--a steal, on sale for $12.99

These shoes deserve a close-up.  They're adorable, if you ask me, and about as comfortable as it's possible for shoes to be.

My husband was a lector at Mass today.  I love it when he reads, because he has the deepest, most resonant voice.  It literally feels as if God is speaking...which of course, He is--using my husband's booming yet melodious baritone as His instrument.

You know what?  I'm taking a picture of what my main man and favorite lector wore to church this Sunday, too.  (When I told him my plans, he was all like "What!?!"  But then he got into the spirit and was all like, "So, should I do the slimming hand-on-hip pose?"  And the thought of him employing that classic WIWS move got us laughing so hard that I'm surprised I was able to get a decent picture.)

Here's the breakdown of his outfit:
~Gray tweed sports coat: a Christmas gift from my parents--about a million years ago
~Light blue button-down oxford cloth shirt (monogrammed, no less!): LL Bean, a birthday or Father's Day gift from me--about a million years ago
~Kelly green tie: ?
~Navy blue slacks: BJ's Wholesale Club--bought fairly recently, maybe only a thousand years ago
~Brown shoes: ?

As is so often the case, I was struck by how much the readings today could be applied to my own life--almost as if God knew exactly what I needed to hear, exactly when I needed to hear it.  The second reading included these words written by St. Paul in a missive to the Romans (but this particular letter of his needed to be delivered to me, too):

"...we boast in hope of the glory of God.  Not only that, but we even boast of our afflictions, knowing that affliction produces endurance, and endurance, proven character, and proven character, hope, and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us."

I have been letting my "afflictions" (if they can even be called that, when in light of all the suffering in the world they have been so minuscule as to be practically non-existent) get the better of me lately, instead of enduring them in such a way that they will build my character and increase my hope in God.  Message received, St. Paul--and sent via the beloved voice of my husband, no less!

Now head on over to FLAP, where the fashions are fabulous and the gals are God-centered!