Twinkle, your comments on Judaica never fail to entertain me. I compare and contrast with Mr. J's family, particularly the ladies in his paternal family line, who love themselves some flair. Mr-Mama and The Magnificent Nanny are not above a little glitz from time to time. Mr-Mama's fondness for animal prints once led Mr. J to tell me that my leopard-print mini-skirt made him think of his mother (not the sort of reaction one expects from one's spouse in response to one's leopard-print mini-skirt, and not the reaction I was going for on our romantic evening out). But the J-family takes it to another level. We are talking Dolly-Parton-level flair here. (One of them even has the Dolly-sized fake tatas.)
At Mass this Sunday morning, Mr. J's aunt read the second reading while wearing a gold sequined jacket. Not a gold jacket with a few sequins: every single inch of the jacket was covered in gold sequins, with the exception of the massive fluffy collar. She looked like she came to church straight from a nightclub, where she functioned as the disco ball.
Then she returned to the pew to sit beside Judgy Grandma, who has obviously never heard the adage that when accessorizing, one should remove one item before leaving the house (nor the rule about diamonds during daylight). I have never seen that woman without a large pair of earrings, a necklace, a brooch, and at least two huge cocktail rings loaded up on her very brightly colored ensemble.
At least they wear their nice clothes to church. The woman in front of me had on jeans and a kid in the row behind me was wearing sweatpants. Really? Sweatpants? I know you had to fuss to get your 14-year-old out the door with the family, but couldn't you have spent the extra 30 seconds to make her put on some actual clothes? As my grandmother used to say, "If you won't dress up for God, who do you think is worth dressing up for?" And then she would sigh and say, "At least they came." How true....
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