Yesterday, Herself took Offspring the first shopping for a dress for the homecoming dance. Though Herself has formerly dreaded such expeditions, this time the trip was surprisingly pleasant. Offspring the first has grown just enough that she now fits comfortaby into junior sized clothing, which has eliminated the wails of "everything is TOOOOO BIG" that had occurred in previous years. In the first (and only necessary) store, there were at least a dozen interesting dresses of assorted colors and degrees of sparkliness, all of which were tried on happily, and a selection was easily made. Huzzah!
As Herself roamed among the racks of beaded, sparkly, and silky garments, she was wistful. She remembers days of yore when she had her own opportunities for going out. The excitement of a new dress; the rituals of makeup; the fixing-up of hair; the application of toenail polish and fancy shoes; the spritz of just a bit of perfume. So rare now. Evenings nowaways are awash in the mundane pieces of family life: work, homework, laundry, cooking, cleaning, trying to watch a movie on TV and falling asleep. Alas.
As Herself roamed among the racks of beaded, sparkly, and silky garments, she was wistful. She remembers days of yore when she had her own opportunities for going out. The excitement of a new dress; the rituals of makeup; the fixing-up of hair; the application of toenail polish and fancy shoes; the spritz of just a bit of perfume. So rare now. Evenings nowaways are awash in the mundane pieces of family life: work, homework, laundry, cooking, cleaning, trying to watch a movie on TV and falling asleep. Alas.
Herself realizes she is like a pair of jeans: practical and comfortable, a bit worn in places, and not particularly glamorous. She would like an opportunity to be a party dress for a night. We must find a chance soon.
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