It’s funny how the seductive whispers of conformity can sneak up on you when you least expect it. We were walking into a banquet hall for a Bar Mitzvah this weekend, and walked past a gaggle of bridesmaids wearing the dresses I would be least inclined to dress anyone in (but the ones I dreamed about as a four year old) long, satin, frothy, pink concoctions. And suddenly there I was, staring and sighing.
Me: Don’t you ever feel a little bit sad, and think maybe we should have dressed everyone in matching outfits for the wedding? Look at those girls….
David: Um. No. They look like they are going to prom.
Me: But weddings are like prom for grownups.
Some days, you just can’t win. Even with yourself.