Some pretty outrageous ‘costumes’ have been circling Facebook for the past few months. Of course we all click on it and see what all the fuss is about. It can be fairly entertaining for a few minutes. The thought always goes through my mind, “Did you pass by a mirror before you left the house and maybe have second thoughts?” This post is in no way written to offend anyone. We all have the right, within legal limits of course, of what we wear. But here are some of my thoughts on the subject.
Even when I was still in high school, I remember people generally wanting to look their best when they went somewhere. You didn’t want to have holes or rips in your clothing, or have stains or food on them. You really did not want to appear as a Hobo. You dressed the best that you could and you generally wanted to look your best when seen in public.
Today, that does not seem to be the case any longer. People go to weddings and funerals in jeans and a t-shirt…and I’m not talking nice ones. So, is it really that difficult to put on something decent before you leave the house?
Think back even fifty years ago. Going out of the house was a special occasion. Even to the grocery store. My grandmother did not leave her house without hose, gloves and a hat. It was required to be seen in public. Most men wore suits for church, weddings and funerals. Every man had a suit, even if dirt poor…and you wanted that because you didn’t want to be seen as well…a Hobo.
Yes, even I have become more sloppy in my dressing over the years. I still do wear a dress or very nice slacks for a wedding or funeral. I consider it an honor to show respect for those people. I can put a little effort into their special day, a little effort and respect into a family’s funeral. And it doesn’t kill me. I may be a little less comfortable for a few hours, but again, think back to the way people dressed one hundred and fifty years ago or so…and I think we will survive.
This post was written today because of my thoughts on Easter, which is coming early this year. For many of us in my generation, Easter Sunday was the day you debuted new spring clothes. It was a big thing at our house to see what we would purchase for  Easter Sunday. And yes, my sister and I did wear fancy dresses, hats and gloves. And I loved it!
This picture is one of my favorite and I hope my brother and sister don’t mind me sharing it on here. I am the oldest and I was around four to five years old at the time. I know I had not started school yet.
So, think about it the next time you go to Wal-Mart. Pass by a mirror on your way out the door. Would you really want people seeing you like that?
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