I went into H&M last month with the express intent of buying a birthday dress. They had some nice options but I wasn’t sure. My friend helped with opinions and we both decided we liked this bright red sweet heart one. (Thanks Kim!) I saved it all month – it was a little difficult – and finally got to wear it this weekend.
I cheated a little and wore it both to my birthday dinner party on Friday night and to church the next morning. But nobody saw me twice so – no harm done. It’s a pretty bright red dress, but with the cardigan I think it’s classy. A middle aged lady wearing a beautiful red and black plaid taffeta shirt came over and said,
“Wow, I’m glad somebody else is wearing red! I still hear my mom’s voice in my head saying, ‘Never wear red to church!’ But you wearing that dress makes me feel a lot better!”
I told her not to worry because I loved her shirt and that she looked great in it.
Isn’t it funny how we hear our mother’s voice and opinions well into our adulthood? I can still think of things I mom has told me that stuck irrationally into my head.