Flashback Friday: The Letter W

This Flashback Friday post is brought to you by the letter W.

W is for Wet.

W is for Whitley.

W is for What was she thinking.

When Whitley read my post about looking polished and perfectly accessorized, she was reminded of one of the many occassions I did just that.  Picture it, April 2006, I was marching in the Cherry Blossom Parade as Princess Minnesota.  We were required to wear a suit, in a parade.  It could not be black.  We would be on our feet for hours and therefore comfortable walking shoes were a must.  The princess commission gifted us with matching pink hats to coordinate with our matching sashes.  They had no idea that they would be also be distributing matching ponchos.  It poured down rain.  There were fifty ladies marching in pastel color suits, tennis shoes, baseball hats and princess sashes down Constitution Avenue.  I would like to think that I was not the only princess dressed like a middle-aged commuter.

Even if I was, I had quite the cheering section.  My dad was in town for the week of princess festivities, Rocky, Bobby and Tom, and Whitley, the only person that dared record the moment for posterity.  So, let us all thank Miss Whitley for yet another installment of embarrassing wardrobe public appearances.  And, let me just say that if you go to all the trouble of tracking down pre-digital camera pictures, I'll happily showcase them in future flashback fridays.  For the love of a blog, and the letter W.