Hivemind fashion question:

Tomorrow evening I'm singing in an Advent carol service. We don't have a dress code as such, but the director suggested that we avoid black as too mournful (IOW save the all black for Ash Wednesday and Maundy Thursday) and red as too festive. But much of the semi-dressy end of my winter wardrobe is, you guessed it, red or black.

I do have a nice royal blue button-down shirt. It's dark, but also very bright. It's not even kinda navy. Can I wear it with black pants? Dark brown? Neither?

It was 80 degrees here today.

SHUT.UP.

I've heard rumors of nasty weather tomorrow. I'm ignoring them. But it's really cold out and I'm bemoaning not having warmer house slippers. I think I'm going to buy some faux-crocs and some thick socks and manufacture some warmer house slippers (that won't get stinky.)

I'd wear it with black pants. I'd also tell the director to lighten up.

It's 19F here tonight (that's -7C). I was cowardly and let a friend walk home rather than get dressed and drive her home. In my defense, I'm so tired I'm almost shaking....

I'm full of envy towards the cooking people. I want my kitchen back! Sigh.

I'd also tell the director to lighten up.

Well, in context it didn't seem harsh or picky--more that he was surprised when one of the new choir members asked and was just thinking aloud to figure out what would be appropriate attire.

I'd think you could wear royal blue with either black or brown, but I'm pretty sure megan walker would say not the black.

A friend offered me a ride home tonight, but we over shot and I ended up having to get on the train in Manhattan. Ah well.

The Snow Demons (summoned, as usual, by Jilli*) are only in Seattle so far.

* If we repeat it often enough, it's a fact, right?

Lies! Lies! I did not summon the Snow Demons.

I'd wear the black pants.

Not so much with the snowpocalypse here. Still, a good several inches. We made it to DH's company party and I'm really, really hoping we win one of the dozen Wiis they were giving away as door prizes.

Tonight I went out with a friend who was in town. I ended up chatting with a lady, a little bit older than me, who had come to the bar with a friend of the out-of-towner. We agreed about the violence in today's movies, then I found that she might have different tastes from me (incidentally, she loved Lars and the Real Girl, scrappy). Then, conversation turned to my engagement. Marriage was for the birds, she said; not getting pre-nuptial was a mistake. She and I went on for nearly a half hour about whether or not I should get married. I assured her that I was not convinced by her experience with divorce and battles with her ex.

And around the time she departed and I invited her to our wedding and our 30th anniversary, I found out she used to be married to Jack Welch: [link] and maybe she might know what she was talking about.

That is something that only happens in New York.