Fake fancy

So I know one glamorous person...one.  And she is getting married in September.  Today I got to go to her bridal shower.  Because she is the most glamorous person I know, Tiffany's co-hosted her bridal shower.  I am not joking.  Everything was Tiffany's blue and white.  There was a table of Tiffany's jewelry to try on (with an armed security guy sitting at the table too).  It was crazy...and fun. 

This necklace weighs more than all of the clothes I am wearing.

The Tiffany's jewelry here cost as much as a house in my home town.

Clare is good friends with the bride to be's daughter, Gwen.  I wish I brought Clare to the party.  She would have had a good time and she could have kept Gwen company a little bit.  It was a lovely party with yummy food and good company.

The bride to be (on the right) and her daughter.

This picture sums everything up.

While I was at the bridal shower, Will was over at his brother's house, Dave, helping to grade their back yard and get it ready for new sod.  Colter and Adell went to help him work.  Adell played and Colter helped drive the little skid-steer loader.  After the shower, Will and Colter met me at a house we wanted to check out to buy.  Did I mention we are finally ready to buy a house?  Well, after a year of hard work (saving and paying off debt) we are ready.  This house just came on the market and it is in the ideal location.  All of the kids (except Lorien) would be able to walk to school and it is in a safe cul-de-sac.  The house is older but we are excited to see if we could make it work.  

Sweet cousins

After we walked through the house (we liked it ...a lot) I went to pick up Adell and the boys went to the dump to unload all the dirt they'd been digging up.  Colter worked hard shoveling and shoveling.  He was a champ!

I came away from this day with a lot of mixed emotions.  I had spent the morning in the company of jewelry that cost as much as a house in other parts of the country.  I had hugged the bride to be and knew she was wearing a dress that cost more than my whole wardrobe combined.  Then I spent the afternoon walking through a house that cost so much money...it should come with a butler and tennis court.  And while I liked the house, it still needed work.  Basically, I live in a crazy part of the world.  I know who I really am, I am fake fancy, I can rub elbows with those who have more but I am most comfortable digging in the dirt with my four year old.