So this time next week SM and I will be attending the wedding of our long-time friends daughter. SM and I, being in our fifties, have found that any special events that we're invited to tend to be few and far between now. I can't remember the last wedding we went to.
Then again...Who gets married anymore?
When we were younger, we attended all the usual events that come with creating new families. Wedding and baby showers, the main event and the reception. Church events like christenings, baptisms and first communions.
Of course there are funerals to also attend. Our older relatives tell us to "Get used to it." It's all a part of getting older, I guess.
Anyhoo, since I haven't been to a special event in, like forever, I find that I now need to consider what the heck I'm going to wear to this shin-dig.
My life is a casual one. Scrubs at work, T-shirts, shorts, sweatpants and jeans at home. I can't tell you the last time I wore a dress and heels. Just doesn't happen. Even church is casual, which is fine by me.
SM tells me to relax, "It's only one day. You don't have to get all dolled up for this. We're only attending. It's not like we're in the wedding party." Easy for him to say. Guys can toss on a pair of khaki's and a nice shirt and call it a happy day.
It's different for girls.
Why do girls need to look nice?
Because we women are judged.
Yeah, yeah...The guys will check out the ladies but it's the other women we dress for isn't it?
Society says that we need to look a certain way. That's being respectful.
But we women also judge each other, don't we? Who looks nice and who looks slutty...You know...High School all over again.
Which also makes me reflect on how I might be judged as one of those women who has "let herself go."
I can see it on Oprah now. Slightly chubby, middle aged house-frau wears dumpy nondescript clothing. Sister needs a makeover! Stuff her in some Spanks, spackle and paint her up and she looks 10 years younger!
Until she gets home.
Ha! I bet all those girls who've done the makeover thing morphed back to their comfortable selves as soon as the camera was turned off.
I must admit that I barely dress up for SM anymore either. The only time he sees me with nice hair and makeup is the 30 seconds before I kiss him goodbye in the mornings when I head in to work.
Weekends? Hey, I got dirty work to do so I'm bare faced, my hair stuffed into a ponytail, old comfortable clothes on. If we have errands to run, I stuff my head under a ball cap and try to throw on a nicer T-shirt.
And it's gotten even worse with my hot flashes. I zip around the house in a sports bra and shorts. Once, I ran out my back door to toss some trash in the can and came face to face with the neighbors service guy. Ooopsie. He was a young fellow too.
I bet his eyes burned for a week.
So now I try to remember to toss a T-shirt on whenever I run out back. You never know who's looking.
Which makes me wonder something.
What ever happened to the housecoat? I remember seeing the older ladies wearing them growing up. Do you remember them? They were usually made of cotton with a floral pattern. Rather boxy in shape, with those little metal snaps. Did they wear them because it was comfy? Because they were hot and sweaty? Because they too didn't want the service guy to see them in their underwear?
That's what I need in my life. A housecoat.
Do you think I can wear one to the wedding?