I am suffering from a strange case of empty nest syndrome. My in-box isn’t dinging off the charts.
The sales emails that I received during the holiday season have stopped. No more free shipping with some percentage off. No more hurrying because it was always just a few more hours. It was almost like a casino! Now there is no intensity!
There are no more guilt trips because you missed just the right gift. It’s all over.
The fat lady sang.
Then I received one email that made me smile.
It was a notice from the local department store that prom gowns are in. Not only are they in but they are on sale for 25% off. Woo hoo!
In my younger days (not all that long ago) I would enjoy touching and sometimes trying on the formal gowns that are now called prom gowns. They were a little more classic and less….umm….Miley Cyrus.
The problem with age appropriate formal wear for me is that it’s stuff my mother would wear. Can you really consider that age appropriate? Seriously! She would be 100 if she were alive.
I much prefer prom gowns minus the garish candy colors!
These days I rarely attend anything formal. Maybe I’ll go fondle the chiffon anyway. I can strap on a pair of those towering foot torture towers formerly called spikes and dream. Maybe even get a makeup job and a new ‘do.
That and a mocha latte while I rub my feet afterward is a good cure for midwinter blues at least until the hyacinths come in.