Dusty rose

Ok, really it should be titled pink... but for whatever reason "dusty rose" is a bit more palatable. Less girly, shall we say.

My Friday was a really good day off... woke up late to a friend ringing me to invite me to a lunch with a few other ladies and one small, well-behaved child, Goldilocks, whose favorite color is pink. A healthy lunch and a couple of hours later, I had to abandon them to find a quiet corner to take a phone call from my boss. It was the meeting that had originally been scheduled for the day before--the one I had fretted about. Anyway, I dodged the bullet this round and the conversation went all right. I could have saved myself hours of worrying needlessly.
To celebrate myself and one of the ladies met up again and went shopping. She advised me on what to try on since she already had her outfit for the wedding but I didn't. Not in a million years would I have picked out the dress that she suggested. I didn't even think that it would fit and was convinced that I would have to get the next size up. I tried it anyway, at her urging. She was right and it was much better on that I would have thought. It was also on sale. Bargain.
Next week I get to go shopping for shoes. That one I can do by myself.