Trawling through the lingerie department of a big store with my nine-year-old daughter while we were on holidays, we exclaimed over the prettiness of the latest style of knickers which seemed to be like a brief knickerbocker made in pink satin – the sort of puffy pants you’d put on a doll to be honest – very 1950’s. Then we clucked over the wonderful colours and lovely patterns and cleverness of people who design such things. As we go to leave she gets pensive – “You know Mum I don’t get why everyone makes a big fuss about fancy pants when no-one gets to see them.”
Inwardly my head fills the speech bubble – “Ah grasshopper, one day you’ll understand the allure, the pleasure, the fun in a scrap of lace and satin” – outwardly I say “Well you know, sometimes it can make a person feel good to know they are wearing something lovely just for themselves even if no one much else will see it” – she seems to get that and we move on.
You know, I think I had this exact conversation with my mom when I was 9 or 10 too!
Me too!