I am a part of a soup kitchen, and the mother – in -law of one of our soupies passed away. We were asked to serve cake and tea after the service. The lady that runs the soup kitchen, asked us to wear our soupie T-shirts. I had thought we would just be making tea and sorting out the cake so with, my purple soupie T-shirt, I wore my ripped jeans. Little did I know we would be attending the service. I felt so incredibly embarrassed in my ripped jeans (that are ripped right up my thighs may I add), that people were looking at me with shock only made it worse.It was horrific.
Talk about funeral blues.
In My Shoes 