Thursday, December 31, 2015
On the Tenth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Two weeks ago, a friend and I went to a popular local establishment for Sunday brunch. The dining room was filled with casual dressers as one would expect. But halfway through our meal three women in their forties were ushered in and seated nearby, all attired in matching pajamas. The hour was after noon. At first, I was shocked until I realized their clothing choices were not so different than that of the other casual diners: baggy pants and long shirts with the tails hanging out. I was left with only the question of why women of that age would want to be seen in public wearing pajamas.
I also thought about my mother in her mid-forties and how she dressed at that time. She was busy taking care of 3 teenagers but when she went out during the day shopping or on errands, she always dressed in nice skirts or pants and a coordinating top or matching jacket. She didn't have much time for brunching but if she did, I'm certain she would never have worn pajamas.
They say one of the most common dreams is to be caught in public in one's undergarments. I once had a recurring dream where I was on the busy Main Street of my hometown, wearing only a full slip - a piece of lingerie that is far more covered up than the things some women are wearing to the office these days. The dream always left me traumatized with embarrassement.
When I was in the fifth grade, our school put on a fashion show to raise money. The clothes were donated from a sweet little children's clothing shop in town. For some reason, the sponsors chose my sister and I to wear matching nightgowns, robes, slippers, and carry teddy bears down the runway. I thought I would die but my mother saw nothing wrong with this - we were children. The gowns and robes were Victorian in style in a chaste rosebud print. Looking back, I'm sure we were adorable and I recall the "oooh's and ahhhh's" that elicited forth from the mothers in the small audience. Today, ten year old's regularly wear pajama bottoms to school.
The beautiful woman toasting us with her champagne glass must surely be dressed beautifully and appropriately. She's sporting red nails and pearl earrings. She lives in a world where women knew how to dress for maximum impact and charm. Actor Glenn Ford, once described his deceased wife by saying, "She stood at the top of the stairs each night looking as pretty as something plucked from the top of a cake". I'm sure her pajamas never saw the light of day.
I toast you!