May 19, 2011
Oh, those sizes! The sizes of our jeans. The sizes of our souls.
Here’s a story that a friend of mine told me:
Her daughter went off to Spain as an exchange student. She was staying with one pleasant lady whose children had long since grown up and moved to various countries. The lady was getting lonely, and it was evident that she didn’t enjoy living on her own. When my friend’s daughter arrived there, the lady just poured her heart and soul into her.
When my friend decided to visit her daughter in Spain, it turned out that there was a local holiday coming up, which carried the practice of wearing traditional dresses and garments.
The lady that the daughter was staying with was deeply preoccupied with flamenco dresses. In her youth, she was a professional dancer. She had a whole collection of dresses. All the dresses that had been sewn for her throughout her life were carefully stored away. She took them out and started showing them in chronological order. As the “years” went by, the sizes of the dresses steadily increased.
Finally, she took out the biggest dress yet, which she was planning on wearing that year.
My friend convinced her to try it on right then and there. The lady, with obvious pleasure, decided to indulge her. When she appeared in her latest flamenco dress and black leather shoes, with castanets, neither her age nor her size were at all relevant. And once she started dancing, my friend and her daughter just felt their jaws drop.
Have a sweet weekend!