We attended a Wine Library Club “Open That Bottle” event. I wore my black and white tank top with a matching jacket by IC Collection again. I bought the set from ShopMyFairLady.com. I paired the pieces with black slim-fitting pants from Chico’s last year. The shoes are from Dillard’s last year, and they are by BCBGeneration.
As part of the Babyboomer generation, I remember whole families being entertained for hours each night as they watched television together. TV time for my sister and me was always tightly controlled and limited by our parents, so I did not grow up watching a lot of it. However, I could not escape the fact that advertising on TV, in magazines, and even on billboards programmed us to believe that we needed to “Wash That Gray Right Outta My Hair,” use a variety of creams and potions along with way too much makeup to try to look more youthful. We were always encouraged to wear the latest styles even when they were not the right choice for our shapes. Women were bombarded with messages that they needed to be fixed. The power of suggestion includes choices of food. Who remembers the Big Mac Attack? Do you know why Americans consider eggs and bacon breakfast foods? An advertising campaign in the 1920s to boost the sales of pork brought about a change in choices. Before that time, we ate fruit, grains, maybe a piece of bread with jam, and possibly had a cup of coffee for breakfast.
Even as a toddler, I did not accept dictates well. I was always the little girl who said, “I want to do it myself.” I did not have a best friend or clique of friends; in fact, I was always a bit of a loner. Fitting in and following the tribe was never my goal. My tendency to question everything and then do it “My Way” has continued into adulthood. If I ever accepted any guidance without question, it was, “Be your own person. Don’t let others influence you to do something you know isn’t right.” My Father imparted that wisdom to me over and over again as I was growing up.
My family’s photo above was snapped three years ago as we marked my parent’s sixtieth wedding anniversary. As we celebrate Father’s Day here in America, I want to say thank you to my beloved Father for never being less than an excellent example and always encouraging me to take the high road.