My mother’s new friend, age 85, was told by a fellow resident at the House “we don’t dress like that here.” Mom’s friend is a sharp dresser. She wears bright colors and form-fitting outfits. Her winter coat is a leopard print. In other words, when you reach a certain age you are not supposed to call attention to yourself. No laughing, no carousing, and please no conspicuous clothing.
When I turn 80, I plan to wear extremely bright and shiny clothing and hope to be laughing most of the time. That will be my dress code. Believe it.