Where have all the years gone? It seems like just yesterday that I was able to go and go … do and do so much more: Shopping all the “clearance racks” store after store and enjoying seeing all the new items and keeping up-to-date with what the fashions will be for the next season (that is, if they weren’t too hilariously out of line with good taste and lacking modesty). I really enjoyed “shopping ‘til I drop.”
Now I do what I call “shopping in my closet.” Time does go on and fashions repeat themselves ever so often. Yes, sometimes it does pay to “pack-rat” many of the basic well-made clothes to wait for a fashion repeat. (A definite savings there.)
Talking about modesty and good taste: I wonder what my mother would have said if I appeared downstairs, ready to go to school, wearing blue jeans with big gaping holes exposing my fleshy legs? Never mind the holes … that would be for the rag bag. But blue jeans for us gals?
My high school days were back in the late 1940s. We girls wore mainly skirts and sweaters or blouses, but always skirts, and no slacks or blue jeans. We were feminine and dressed the part.
But to mention the male gender: They wore slacks — no jeans in suburbia, much less the droopy-drawer, baggy pants to expose you-know-what when bending over. Hair was well groomed for the most part. And of all things, no jewelry or glaring tattoos to make a personal statement: “Looky, looky, look at me,” or perhaps to demonstrate the rebellious attitude toward the acceptable norm of society. But then what is acceptable today?
Yes, we females looked likes females and the males looked like males! All that was certainly with 1 Timothy 2:9 in mind and good admonition for all, including the male gender, which incidentally is also highlighted at 1 Corinthians 11:14. Did I step on someone’s toes?