Today at church I almost had a Pittypat Hamilton moment. I was wearing my absolute favorite dress (the one I just loved so so much that I had to buy it a size smaller than I actually wear because that's all they had in all of that particular store across Texas) and despite the fact that I looked fabulous, I was having to keep the breathing to a minimum to avoid popping the zipper.
On top of that, the church has no air conditioning. In Massachusetts, the cold weather takes up the majority of the year, but that doesn't mean that the hot weather doesn't scorch. It was sweltering.
I was doing my best to fan my
self with my bulletin, but I kept having to stop and read along. I got to the point that I feared
I might faint (did you hear that last sentence with a thick southern drawl, because that's definitely how I said it.) Luckily, I didn't, as I fear few people carry smelling salts on them anymore.
Anyway, I must have looked as flustered as I felt, because the woman sitting behind me, very sweetly asked if I needed a fan. She then proceeded to hand fans to the friend I was sitting with and myself- just extras she carried around with her. It's a lovely rice paper japanese style fan and if it wasn't the breeze that revived me, it was certainly how suddenly classy we'd become with our fans. Mine now has a permanent place in my purse. I just can't believe that I didn't think to get one before this! Thank you lovely church lady, for your generosity and your classiness!
