Anonymous wrote:My sister is totally in to getting dressed up for Thanksgiving and other major holidays. It's not a manners thing for her -- instead it's about the fun of dressing up for each other. She calls us a week or so in advance to find out what we're wearing, to prolong the fun. My BILs and SILs, on the other hand, not so much.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We used to dress for dinner when we visited my grandparents. Now it's a stretch if the entire extended family is dressed, in the sense of nice clothes instead of jeans, for Thanksgiving.
I went to a boarding school from the time I was five (mother died when I was four and father in military). We had to be nicely dressed for all meals. Later on we were allowed to wear jeans for breakfast on Saturday morning and lunch. On Sunday, no jeans. Today, I do not allow my children to wear dirty clothes to dinner and they have to wash face, hands, comb hair. I have to look at them and they have to look at me and I think we should always look as good as possible.
Unless sick, no pajamas or sweats.
You needed a singing nun to make you play clothes out of the boarding school drapes.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We used to dress for dinner when we visited my grandparents. Now it's a stretch if the entire extended family is dressed, in the sense of nice clothes instead of jeans, for Thanksgiving.
I went to a boarding school from the time I was five (mother died when I was four and father in military). We had to be nicely dressed for all meals. Later on we were allowed to wear jeans for breakfast on Saturday morning and lunch. On Sunday, no jeans. Today, I do not allow my children to wear dirty clothes to dinner and they have to wash face, hands, comb hair. I have to look at them and they have to look at me and I think we should always look as good as possible.
Unless sick, no pajamas or sweats.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We used to dress for dinner when we visited my grandparents. Now it's a stretch if the entire extended family is dressed, in the sense of nice clothes instead of jeans, for Thanksgiving.
I went to a boarding school from the time I was five (mother died when I was four and father in military). We had to be nicely dressed for all meals. Later on we were allowed to wear jeans for breakfast on Saturday morning and lunch. On Sunday, no jeans. Today, I do not allow my children to wear dirty clothes to dinner and they have to wash face, hands, comb hair. I have to look at them and they have to look at me and I think we should always look as good as possible.
Unless sick, no pajamas or sweats.
Anonymous wrote:I'm lucky if I dress up for a dinner out!
Anonymous wrote:This is us, more or less:
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