Dressing Up

A lot of people enjoy “dressing up”. I celebrate, and even envy, their joy. I would make a lousy princess; no fairy wings and crinolines for me.

We are attending a party this weekend. It is at an upscale establishment. People will be dressed up. I cannot wear my usual old and tattered and functional and comfortable garb. I need to “dress up”, if only out of respect for the lovely people who are hosting the event.

I used to enjoy dressing according to my own taste. That was when I lived in Toronto, where flamboyant choices were not only accepted, they were often appreciated. Where we live now, in the Malibu of the north, there are strict codes for acceptable “alternative” personal presentations, and these are usually costly, and formulaic. It would take a lot of legwork to create inexpensive duplications. And quite frankly, they aren’t very imaginative, or even very appealing, in my view. However, the cost, and my lack of inspiration, prevents me from playing along, and fitting in with the local dress code for the “alternative” set.

That leaves me in a quandary. The local “alternative” option is not accessible, which leaves the local “conservative” dress code to deal with. Luckily, in that department, we are not considered affluent, so expectations for us are “low”.

I spent the day searching through the closet for something nondescript to wear. Something I could wear with my one pair of decent shoes. I think I’ve got it, a jacket I purchased thirty years ago, and a pair of black pants. I will add a pair of silver earrings, a smile, my decent shoes, and hope to pass under the wire of the smirking disdain, so often displayed by those accustomed to working for the wealthy.

I will enjoy this event because I respect the people who are hosting it. Their generosity is a source of enjoyment.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 10:00 AM EST Thursday 14 November 2013
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Helen Keller (1880 – 1968)