Growing up my mother used to
say, “You should always wear clean underwear in case you are in an accident.” I thought the saying was ridiculous. I mean really, who
doesn’t wear clean underwear?
I shower and wash my hair
this morning, but then find I have no electrical outlet in the bathroom (the super
replaced the light above my medicine cabinet yesterday and the new light has no
built in outlet like the old one did).
Needless to say, the result of not being able to use my hairdryer in
front of a mirror is not a good one.
I have a lot of errands to
run today, so there’s no need to dress up.
I put on a pair of Lululemon capri pants, a comfortable J. Crew long sleeve white T-shirt
(with little holes near the hem where it must have gotten caught in the dryer,
but because it is so comfortable I won’t throw it out), running shows, my
favorite black Transit coat, and leave.
One of my errands includes
replacing my Nike Fuel Band that stopped working a few weeks ago. Nike is only seven blocks away from Saks, and
Saks is having a Friends and Family 25% off sale. I
can’t resist.
So I go to Saks, admittedly
underdressed. As I am looking at some clothes
I hear, “Lyn!” I turn around and see my
sister. She looks as if she just walked off the cover of Town and Country. Make-up
beautifully applied. Hair like it was professionally blown out minutes ago. A
beautiful orange and pink Loro Piana cashmere scarf. Chanel tote and ballet slippers. To her credit, she says nothing about my attire. Instead, she smiles and says, “Hey. Let’s grab some lunch.” We do, and it's lovely.
It took fifty years, but I
now understand what my mother was trying to tell me.
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