I'm so fancy

After the successful dress-buying endeavor yesterday, Laurie and I discussed her "something blue" on the way back from the bridal shop. The wedding is just about a year away, but there's a particular garter thingy that her mother wants to give her, and it has some blue in it.

Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. That's the deal. I had an idea for something that would be both borrowed and old. I have a double strand of pearls I never wear. My great uncle Emmett brought the necklace home from Japan after World War II. He gave them to his mother, who later became my mom's grandma. It may be the oldest and fanciest thing I possess. Sometimes, it pays to be the only girl of an only girl. 

The pearls are a bit yellow, and I was wondering if they would look good with the white dress Laurie selected. Because I am not the standard-issue chick, I would have been fine either way. 

It turns out that the pearls are too dark. No sweat. I'm not super-touchy about stuff like that, but I did want to at least offer. I had something sufficiently old, and I wanted it back after the wedding. Old? Check. Borrowed? Check. I had half of the requirements met. 

Dan and Laurie have a year to get the details all worked out. I'm sure Laurie has all the bases covered already- she's a planner, too. But I put on my really old pearls today. I'm so fancy.