Well, the cat is out of the bag. I pulled another of my infamous “Stephanie Moments” this past weekend.
I was all set to go and see Marty Stuart perform at the first-ever Northwest Soiree at the Heindl Center for the Performing Arts.
I’d spent most of my day agonizing over the “perfect” outfit to be properly attired for the Grammy-winning Country music star.
Finally I decided to wear my bright red cowboy boots I’d found on a recent trip to Nashville. I paired my ruby-red boots with a black leather skirt, black lacy undershirt and glittery gold jacket. I even put golden-glittery hair tinsel in my locks. I thought to myself, “Okay! You are ready to hit the event for the concert!”
Then, my husband and I set out to see the fanfare.
As soon as we arrived to the crowded parking lot, I noticed a few dapperly dressed gents in black suits and ties.
“Humm,” I thought. “Maybe they are part of the event staff.”
When we walked in and saw a sea full of evening ball gowns and formal attire, my heart sank. Boy did I make a mistake.
But, because I grew up in the country and we’re a persevering lot of folks, I held my head up and made the best of it.
The words to another famous country- music legend echoed in my head:
“Blame it all on my roots. I showed up in boots, and ruined your black-tie affair...”
Who knew I’d end up taking heart from Garth Brooks at a Marty Stuart event? Oh well, I’ll just have to chalk it up to being another installment of “Stephanie’s Embarrassing Moments”.
But, you can rest assured next year, it won’t happen again!
