I basically showed up at church, wearing nothing but my grandma’s old skirt.
And I got nothing but compliments.
When I wear this outfit, ladies ask me questions. It begins with an over-all praise, then their expression focuses. They step back, stare at my knees, and say, “wait. Is it a skirt or a dress?”
You all caught a glimpse of our singing in my A Sunday In My Life post.
However, that is a mixed ensemble me and my parents are in. What you didn’t know was that there’s another member in our family–besides my older brother who is off to sea– who had yet to make his debut on the stage.
Before I get into that, a little history lesson.
I’m a church girl, as you guys know, but a lot of people don’t live the way I live or believe what I believe. So I thought I’d give you a peek into a Sunday of my life.