I’m going to a formal tomorrow evening. This, on paper, is a simple thing – get dressed, go to the location, eat and chat with friends. And if I was a dude, my husband for instance, it would be that easy. But we know, as women, going to a formal event is not at all that simple.
Of course, there’s the constant girl question – what am I going to wear? Because I do not have a ready-to-go gown in my closet. Really. Okay, I do have a couple long dresses, however, they were purchased a couple years and a few more pounds ago. And if its one thing you can’t hide too well in a formal gown – those extra bags of M&Ms and cupcakes.
My girlfriend (who is also going, and also without a dress) and I spent an evening dress shopping. (Also, a difference between males and females, as I’ve never not once known my husband to require a friend to go with him to find a suit.) We headed out, with all the parameters in mind for a new formal dress, because there’s a lot. Like, color. Red is pretty, but is it too bright, too sexy? Black is classic, but does it get boring. I love green, but going into fall, its got to be the right shade. Too old for a pink gown and too tall for yellow. And fit, of course. And consideration of what types of Spanx are going to be required to actually wear the dress outside of a fitting room. And price for this one occasion, because I don’t have another formal on my calendar in the foreseeable future. We took all of that – and one mall, four department stores, and a bunch of specialty dress shops, later – we were still without dresses, with one maybe. We had to finish that missions solo, due to our schedules, but we did each manage to find something pretty.
Now, the last minute girly part. What jewelry will look good with the dress? What shoes will we wear? By some miracle, or perhaps a schedule to busy to allow for shoe shopping, I have a pair in my closet that will work with the dress. Letting my nails dry while I type this blogpost.
What makes us this way? Is it genetic, that we girls have to be so – well, girly? Or is it nurture? I’ve repeated this same dress shopping thing in the past few days with my daughter, because the homecoming dance is coming up (yeah, my daughter going to a homecoming dance, another anxiety attack, another blogpost.) We did the thing – multiple stores, which color, blah blah blah. My son, picking out clothes for anything, is like “give me the blue one.” Done. So is it in her chromosomes that she felt like she needed a new dress, is it the way I’ve raised her, or some greater societal influence?
While we think on that, I’ve got to go figure out what I’m going to do with my hair.
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