This summer when I was in dire need of retail therapy, I went to the big mall. In the old days that would be an all day event. Now my shopping attention span is somewhere between 2 and 3 hours followed by lunch or at least a wonderful Starbucks drink.
During this trip I stumbled across a very beautiful dress. It was a little pricey but when I tried it on, the fit was perfect. It was a dress that would span the fall-winter-early spring time frame.
Since I retired I am not much of a dress wearer so I only have a few and they are all summery dresses — springy colors, beautiful patterns and lightweight. Some are sleeveless sundresses.
This dress wasn’t cheap even with a coupon so I had to strategize. (That’s just for me. The beloved husband doesn’t care what I buy and that’s as it should be.) I walked around the mall; had my Starbucks; and came back with a plan.
I needed a funeral dress.
Think about it. When you need to attend a funeral you don’t have time to shop or there are no sales or there is nothing you like or fits. It is better to be prepared for things like this no matter how gruesome it sounds.
This dress would be perfect for funerals. The colors were deep blues and greens and very muted. It was a geometric pattern but not an obnoxious one. (Why do most of the patterns remind me of the 1970s?) It had three quarter length sleeves and a crisscross detailing in the front.
Cha-ching! I bought it!
I almost forgot about it until this past weekend. The mother of a good friend died. All deaths are sad but this woman lived life to the fullest. She was 93 and still drove a car! (Yes, it was a bit scary.)
Sometimes her pure white hair was dyed a vivid red! She was on committees for the aging and a person you couldn’t say “no” to. Her mind was sharp and she was very articulate.
She died in minutes from a massive heart attack. Isn’t that better than months of horrible treatments and a morphine fog?
Her children had a celebration of life service that was upbeat with music from the 1940s. I remember hearing Frank Sinatra. There were photos of the family and her long-deceased husband flashing on a screen. People told funny stories about her. It wasn’t sad at all.
It was a wonderful tribute to a person who made their mark in the community.
She would have loved my dress! She would have said the perfect accessory was a glass of wine although she preferred the hard stuff herself.
Now the beloved husband needs a new suit. He dropped 20 pounds this year (which will be another post!) and his current suit looks like clown’s balloon pants with an oversized jacket.
We will be shopping for more funeral clothes!