Dress up day is hard enough. Twice now on early Monday mornings she has called me because she forgot to dress up and she needs clothes. Now she’s being told that Formal Dressup means she has to wear a GOWN. Not a dress, a GOWN.
Yes, my closet is full of GOWNS. I wear them to many events: Balls, the Opera, and around the house cleaning. I wear them to therapy appointments, the dentist, and in my mom-taxi. I wear them when I take the trash out to the dumpster and while carrying in a fresh box of wine. I wear them to the bus stop to do my happy dance when the kids leave for school. I have a closet full of GOWNS.
So while I’m thinking about my gown collection, she’s on my cellphone talking to a friend and I hear “I have a black dress that’s kind of like my mom’s hooker dress only without the sequins.”