I must have been 13. A relative was in the hospital. I wanted to visit but the hospital had rules. No one under 16 was permitted to visit.
It wasn’t just a relative. It was my mother.
My father offered some advice. Let me share it with you. “Look like you belong.”
So I got dressed in my finery (it wasn’t such finery) and walked into the hospital with my father. I made sure my posture was perfect. I exuded confidence. I got to see my mother.
Maybe that’s why I take such pleasure putting on my finery (now it’s finery), throwing on the accessories, making sure there are no coffee spots on my white shirts.
I never question if I belong.
The secret is to wear confidence along with that white shirt.
Yes of course. First you put on the confidence then the shirt. A smile helps, too. Thank you June for reading and responding. It’s always a joy to hear from a reader. Appreciatively, E.
It’s a pleasure to hear about your father. I remember your post a couple years ago…it touched me then to learn about his elegant graceful style. He sounds very much like my father. I like him. Many thanks for sharing.
Annie, Annie, Annie!Thank you for the loveliest of comments. His “peacock” style was a reflection of his confidence. He sent me on my way. Such a delight to brighten my day. All the very best with gratitude, E.
The best advice ever! And not just look like you belong, feel like you belong. Know that you belong!!
Yes Yes Yes Miz Dorn: It’s not fake. It’s an attitude. A confidence. And looking great just adds the cherry on top of the cake. Great to hear from you! Admiringly, E.