This is part of a series of true stories about my mother.
She grew up in a different time. She didn’t have fabulous clothes or jewels but she wouldn’t consider going anywhere without combing her hair and putting on clean clothes. Time permitting there would be a bath too. Maybe lipstick.
That’s even to go to the grocery store to pick up something quick.
Or to drop off something at one of her sister’s homes.
Definitely for anything relating to church. What would those church ladies think?
While I like dressing up, I grew up in the turbulent sixties and was very fond of jeans and t-shirts, miniskirts, long hair and sandals. None of that was considered “dressed up” in our house — even if you added mascara or lipstick.
I lived at home when I first started working and most of our disagreements were along the lines of:
Mom: You’re not wearing that to work are you?
Me: Yes, what’s wrong with it?
Mom: I don’t think it covers your bottom. (This was before we called it “business.”)
Me: Sure it does. Everyone wears skirts like this.
Mom: (No words but searching for her rosary.)
It took quite a while to get my mother to wear pants instead of dresses and we never did get her in jeans.
One of my favorite memories is when we took my cat to the veterinarian. I don’t remember why and it doesn’t matter. Back then I didn’t have a carrier so Mom always came along and held the cat in the car.
Of course she changed into “good” clothes – a nice dress, good shoes and her new Misty Harbor raincoat. She looked at me in jeans and a sweatshirt and there was a major eye roll. You know the kind where you worry that the eyeball itself will pop out of the head and roll down the street. Sigh.
Off we went. My cat was normally well-behaved in the car but this time she must have gotten excited. She pooped on my Mother’s new raincoat.
Oh my! I don’t think I have ever heard those kind of words come out of her mouth before.
I don’t know if she was angry about the poop or the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing.
Big laughing sobs!
Tears running down the face laughter!
I had trouble breathing and my belly ached!
It took me a while until I could drive and every so often I would break out in laughter all over again.
She didn’t think it was funny. In fact, it was a long time before she laughed when I told the story.
I left her in the car at the vet’s. The good news is that the cat was fine and her raincoat was washable.
(Love ya Mom!)