Unfortunately, in this case,when I made the former, I had no back-up plan for the later. It wasn't like I had a nice selection of dressy wedding frocks hanging in my closet. Then, it just got worse. A friend of mine approached me. "I just saw your mother and she looks so good." Then she stopped. "Are y'all wearing the same dress?" "No kidding." "You didn't do that on purpose, did you?" "Sure, I enjoyed the mother-daughter outfits so much when I was six I just couldn't resist doing it again." I said sarcastically.
If I killed her now, where would I put the body? I asked myself, not referring to my mother but my busy body friend who was about to turn my evening into reality show Hell. Then my youngest daughter came over to me. "Do you realize that you and your mother have on the same dress?" "Yes, it's hard not to." "You are worse off than I thought." I appreciated the vote of confidence.
Now, I had the ultimate fashion embarrassment - showing up in the same dress as another guest as well as the unspeakable humiliation of it being the same one my 78 year old mother had chosen. And, my daughter had all the ammunition she needed to back her theory that not only did I lack taste, what little I had was that of a matronly frump. We are our mothers. And, if not now, we will morph into them eventually. You cannot fight Mother Nature.
I pray, if anything, there is retribution. Eventually, I can watch my daughter become a matronly frump. What am I thinking? That will never happen. The matronly frump issue only deals with me - that is unless Mother Nature has a sense of humor.