I REMEMBER MY MOM IN A BLUE-GREEN CHIFFON EVENING DRESS…AND I WAS SPEECHLESS!!!!
She twirled for us, and the skirt of her dress floated up into a spinning circle of tiny chiffon pleats, crisp and flowy all at once, red like roses. A long scarf-y chiffon was attached at the shoulder with a sparkly pin; it made a shifting shape in the air as she spun. It was Friday, and she had been to the beauty parlor. Her hair was freshly captured into a style called a French Twist.
Hairspray and perfume lightly scented the air. Our mom was beautiful*, and our dad was our dad — what could be better?
“Where are you going?” we asked.
“Out,” said our mom. “We’re meeting some friends.”
Being a grownup was looking pretty promising. But so was tonight. Pam was coming to babysit. There would be popcorn.
When I started this post, I thought I would just paint a picture of my mom’s dress. My…
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By the Mighty Mumford 