Underdressed vs Overdressed

I have been meaning to post this for a couple days but, I haven't. To be honest, I took a break from the computer for a while. Why? I don't know. I just didn't feel like turning it on. Oh well. I'm back. You should probably brace yourself for an overwhelming number of posts.

I wasn't going to write about this, but after telling Mum and Dad this story and seeing them bust a gut, I figured I should. Do you remember how I went to a funeral last week? Well, this is the before the funeral story.

Uncle George knocked on my door early in the morning and tells me to get up and get ready cause we are going somewhere. When I asked where he said it was a fantastic surprise, but I would never regret going. So I got dressed in jeans and a hoodie and went outside. When I question him again as to where we were going he finally told me that we were going to a funeral. I said "Well why didn't you say so in the first place, I will go change into something more appropriate" (like a black dress) Uncle says "Nope, you can wear that, your fine." I started laughing and then turned to go change, then I realized that he was actually serious! "Honestly? You want me to go to a funeral dressed in a hoodie and jeans??" He considered that for a moment and then decided that it wasn't really appropriate after all. In fact, it was totally wrong. More specifically he said it was too 'blue'.(Too blue??) "Take off your sweater" he orders. I oblige and reveal my white t-shirt underneath. Hmm no, that wasn't right either, it's too 'white'. "Oh, I know!" he says and grabs one of his own black, collared shirts. "Put this on!" (What?! Hmm, okay then) When I put the too large shirt on he exclaims that it is perfect! Add a pair of ray bans to it (also Uncle G's) and I am ready to go! I stood there in stunned silence for a few seconds. Surely he didn't expect me to go to a funeral dressed like I just came off the beach!?! I argued and refused, but he would not let me go change. His final words which at last convinced me to get in the car were "You stupid canadian, what do you know?! This is New Zealand! We are not civilized here, YOU ARE DESCENDED FROM CANNIBALS!!"
The best part though, once we got to the funeral I realized that I was actually a little overdressed!

I was going to include a self portrait but I hate self portraits. and none of the ones I took turned out. and it's talking forever to upload. But you can imagine what I looked like right? Jeans, white shirt, big baggy black shirt ever everything and the glasses of course. kinda like a crazy, uncivilized, cannibal kiwi.