Well, my plan worked. Sort of. We had our clothes laid out okay, but I forgot about shoes. Most everyone was able to find their Sunday shoes. But me.
I went to Mass in a lovely dress with tennis shoes and bobby socks. I looked like one of those little old ladies who walk the mall before opening hours.
Yep, I went to Mass looking like a mall walker. I'm sure I impressed my new fellow parishioners. Thankfully, Jesus doesn't mind and loves me in tennies as much as in proper black pumps.