I am thinking of starting a movement for nursing homes.
I want to take in the most fabulous gowns ever … Bridal gowns, evening gowns, strippers gowns, show girl gowns … and encourage the women to wear them. I don’t care if they are in a wheel chair, using a walker or completely bed ridden. I don’t care if the tulle is scratchy and the sequins get stuck up their bums. I don’t care if things hang out.
I don’t care because when we are young we are not allowed to wear the fabulous dresses because they are too old for us or they are not modest enough. When we get out on our own in our wild and carefree days, we can’t afford them. Then we can’t wear them because we are mother’s and our husbands don’t like us to be exposed or our children might be embarrassed. Then when we are able to afford them, our children are grown and we don’t care what people think, we realize we don’t really have anywhere to wear them and we have become sensible about our money and can’t justify spending that much money on a dress we will only wear once. Then we are old and we shouldn’t wear them because people don’t want to see wrinkled, sagging, somewhat overweight women’s bits.
So when the hell do we get to enjoy them?
We take the joy of life and we “suppose to,” “must do,” “Should do,” it right out of us, letting others define it until we are brainwashed enough to keep our own selves prisoners in a “socially acceptable” life.
I say to heck with all of it. Put the gowns on the women in the nursing homes. Have cocktail parties – even if it is only Kool-Aid in the champagne glasses. Let them do each other’s hair. Get the bedazzler out. Have mock weddings with everyone having a chance to be the bride … one at a time or all at once. Release the doves. Eat lots of cake. Tell them they look beautiful.
It may not technically be evening except for these women who are facing the evening of their lives. Free the evening gowns. Lets make them every day, every way gowns.
And let’s dance.
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