Conjuring up frightening memories here of how a lot of my friends’ homes looked when I was a kid growing up in Overland Park, Kansas in the 50s.
Lampshades still covered in that cellophany plastic that was only intended to keep them clean for shipping and until they were purchased, plastic runners across all the carpets, living rooms that were fully furnished and cleaned but never used except for once or twice a year when the boss and his wife, or someone else “special” to be impressed, was invited for dinner and where no one else was allowed to step foot.
Even as a kid I thought it was weird, as our house wasn’t like that- no part of the house was off-limits, we didn’t have a family room, just a living room which we used all the time, nothing was covered in plastic or not to be touched.
When I asked my friends why their parents covered everything with plastic and we weren’t allowed to enter the living room, I was told that their parents were “saving it for nice”. I couldn’t get who they were saving it for- like it was important to them to die someday with pristinely clean lampshades untouched by human hands or a speck of dust. I just figured it was one of life’s mysteries I’d never understand.
That’s funny. I never told my kids what to wear or not wear, as I picked my battles. They look back on some of their elementary school class photos and say, “Mom, how could you let me go to school in those fuzzy pink legwarmers, a green plaid skirt and purple top?”
But I did have a thing about how my boyfriends and partners dressed. No way I would have gone out with a guy who wore Birkenstocks- still wouldn’t. I can’t get past ugly clothing- I guess I’m shallow that way.
My son-in-law used to say, “A smart man always lets a woman dress him.” That was until my daughter and he went shopping and after him trying on a bunch of clothes in a bunch of stores (he really was out of decent clothes and needed some new stuff), she convinced him that some pants and a sweatshirt from Lululemon were the best choice. He went to work the next day and the other guys instantly razzed him- “Ooh, how adorable, Kev, Lululemon.”
He came home at lunchtime, which he never did, pulling off the sweatshirt as soon as he walked in the door, saying, “These are going straight back to the store.”