Deck The Girls With Party Finery



If ever there were times that lent themselves to a woman getting fully decked out in a fine dress and heels, Christmas and New Year's Eve parties top the list.

Perfect shoes

I think some women like dressing up because of the shoes they get to wear. Wait. I believe that should read "get to buy."

"My girlfriend, wife, daughter, has more shoes than Imelda Marcos" is a statement echoed by many men.

Yeah guys, but Imelda isn't cooking your dinner, raising your children or kissing you under the mistletoe she bought from a scout in front of the grocery store either.

One single female friend has a pair of periwinkle blue shoes with an unusual heel and an ankle strap with a bow. A much toned-down version of what she calls this pair is: "come hither shoes."

Me? I could go barefoot all summer and be happy. I like shoes in the winter-- they keep my WIDE feet warm as they carry me about town.

Since 99 percent of high fancy heels are not made with the comfort of my wide feet in mind, I can at least be grateful that my toes have never been cramped. It also means that I find shoe shopping onerous, so much so that plain black, uncomfortable, one inch heels are as fancy as shoes get in my closet.

For women, I think the hunt for the perfect shoe is not quite as difficult but at least as much fun as hunters have stomping around the woods for prey.

Perfect dress

Between first grade and sixth my friends Kelly, Cyndi, Barbara, Dawn, Karen and I spent hours having fun playing "dress-up" in hats, cast-off prom dresses, yard sale finds and yes, even high heel shoes.

But Aunt Hazel made many of the dresses I wore to church on Sunday.

I was about 10 when I protested loud and long that I was riding my bike from school to youth group during the week and it was stupid to have to wear a dress and tear it in the spokes. Logic said if they wanted me in church bad enough, they'd accept me in pants.

Now some may say I had a bad attitude and others would tell those folks, "She hasn't changed much."

It is taxing to try to dress up every day, let alone think of wearing a dress or blouse and skirt.

More fun I think to wait and dress up for something, or someone special.

The temperatures of Rim Country winter nights are too low to wear the "little black dresses" being touted on an entertainment channel last night, but some were lovely. For those who care, low "v" necklines are in this season.

Like those "come hither shoes," a woman in a dress today delivers silent messages to the world.

"I am something beautiful, take care of me," is, I think, one of those messages.

For good or ill, humans often treat people based on how they look, and the clothes we wear tend to make us act a certain way.

By the cut of the skirt and the feel of the fabric and the look a woman desires to achieve, fine dresses allow her to walk slower and enjoy each moment.

For instance, you can get out of a car pretty fast wearing blue jeans, yet in a dress there is enough time for your date to walk around and open the door.

Proponents of equal rights for women may get mad, but I am not advocating that any woman dress in any other manner than what suits them.

I don't believe that a woman dressed in pants is sickening to God. That is a mismatch of history and today's real world. After all, Biblical men are depicted in ‘dresses' or loincloths.

You can bet there would be an uproar over women in loincloths unless you are a patron of Pete's Place.

In the original version of the movie "The Little Princess," Shirley Temple starts out a pampered child in frilly dresses. When her father is presumed dead, the boarding school mistress puts her to work and is mean-spirited to boot.

"It doesn't matter what you say; I know I'm a little princess because my daddy told me so," Temple's character proclaims to the mistress.

In the worn black dress of a scullery maid, it is the beauty of the little woman wearing it who shines through.

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