I went shopping with my daughter the other day. We were looking for Easter dresses. It’s a tradition. Every year at this time we must head out into the great encapsulated clothes barn, often called the mall, and search for a poofy, frilly, lacy, girly, type outfit that will satisfy the early spring, budding fantasies of a world where girls are feminine princesses that spin and twirl.
But only in the gentler, slow-talking south do they cling to such formality – that and the wearing of bonnets. The south obviously has stronger ties to the reign of tyranny from the days when the King of England ran roughshod over our colonies with his men in scarlet broadcloth. Southerners still look to the Queen in her gloves and hat as the perfect example of all that is proper. Up north in Minnesota we look to see what the purple Princeis wearing. He’s pretty frilly too.
|I’m already missing my gloves…
Aww, memories… it’s what makes tradition repeatable.