So, in honor of my impending birthday:
(I don't care how old I'm getting...YAY, BIRTHDAYS!!)
There was this one birthday. I was but a child. And my parents were hosting a birthday party for me for my mom's side of the family at our house.
~ and hallelujah! ~
It was gift-opening time. First up? The big, square one from Grandma and Grandpa.
I was sitting in the middle of the living room floor, rapt with anticipation.
Everyone was kindly watching me open the present, as if they truly cared about the next Barbie or coloring book that was about to emerge.
I pulled back the tissue paper, and...
(For those of you who know the story, pipe down.)
...and, it was a....
(Laura, this means you.)
...it was a....
Not of paper, but the satin-y, white, lace-trimmed kind, and it was obviously reading aloud pages from My Diary. My embarrassment was tangible.
But I wore the slip. (not there in the middle of the living room) I wore it to church. I wore it to special school events. I probably wore it with tights and maybe pantyhose. And most definitely with a dress over it.
"Stand in front of the window. Let me see if you need a slip."
I don't think they sell slips anymore, do they?
Note: I just checked with JC Penney, and slips are alive and well.
Half slips, whole slips, nude slips, white slips, slit slips....
Here's to slips: