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benedictgal
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When I went to school, the rule of thumb from the nuns was that you wore your Sunday best. I don’t mean Armani, Chanel, Juicy Couture, or BCBG. You wore your best dress, your best suit, your best blouse, your best skit, or your best slacks. Furthermore, the attire should be neat, clean and modest.
When I go and buy clothes, the selections I make have to multi-task. This means that they need to be appropriate for work, socializing and Mass, especially since I go to daily Mass during my lunch hour. That is why I don’t buy halters nor mini skirts (which, with my height, 5’9", would pose a problem). Often, I’ll wear my suits to Sunday Mass for the first time.
Even the denim has its particulars for me. It has to be at a decent waist, not torn up and tasteful, resembling toursers more than jeans. Thus, even on casual Friday, I still like to dress it up since I’m also headed for Mass. The only time I wore sweats to Mass was when it was very, very cold and I had just gotten over a bad flu. I left my coat on the entire time because the church was cold. My parochial vicar made fun of me because he said that I looked like an Eskimo, but, the sweats and coat were clean and neat.
I remember the parable Jesus told about the wedding guest who had been invited to the feast bud didn’t wear the appropriate attire? What happened to the guy? The host threw him out.
When I go and buy clothes, the selections I make have to multi-task. This means that they need to be appropriate for work, socializing and Mass, especially since I go to daily Mass during my lunch hour. That is why I don’t buy halters nor mini skirts (which, with my height, 5’9", would pose a problem). Often, I’ll wear my suits to Sunday Mass for the first time.
Even the denim has its particulars for me. It has to be at a decent waist, not torn up and tasteful, resembling toursers more than jeans. Thus, even on casual Friday, I still like to dress it up since I’m also headed for Mass. The only time I wore sweats to Mass was when it was very, very cold and I had just gotten over a bad flu. I left my coat on the entire time because the church was cold. My parochial vicar made fun of me because he said that I looked like an Eskimo, but, the sweats and coat were clean and neat.
I remember the parable Jesus told about the wedding guest who had been invited to the feast bud didn’t wear the appropriate attire? What happened to the guy? The host threw him out.