He came home bearing gifts: a fancy Lego set for our son, beautiful European clothes for our young daughter, and three very on-trend dresses for me. Maybe I had grown in stature in his mind, because these three dresses were clearly for a tall woman.
The first was a tunic-type affair to be worn over leggings. It was okay, but the pockets were below my knees. The second was a bold print wrap dress – the cross-over made JLo’s Versace dress look demure. The third dress was a sleek charcoal gray number with about a ten-inch black stripe at the hem. The darts at the bust hit my hips. I could not even imagine the type of tailoring that would have to take place to make the dresses wearable.
Our daughter, who was only seven, told her father that these were not dresses for her mother to wear, at least not in public.