When I was a kid, if one of my mother’s friends or an aunt came to visit, there was no mistaking that she was the adult.
I saw these women as glamourous and couldn’t wait to be a grown-up. It was not because they were tall, or wore make-up or had a few age spots–which they referred to a “beauty marks”–it was because of how they dressed.
They were a generation who wouldn’t dream of visiting someone else’s home in jeans or sweat pants. The most casual attire was the occasional capris or “slacks” and ballet slippers.
No, they wore silk scarves, charm …read more