Posted by Danny
I never took cotillion. I’m not sure why. Perhaps my parents couldn’t afford it or maybe my mom thought I was already mannerly enough. Or more likely, she felt like it was a hopeless cause.
My wife did come from a cotillion family. She and her siblings all suffered through but I think it paid off.
DJ has completed cotillion, however, if you eat at the dinner table with us, you might find that difficult to believe. Stephanie is enrolled this year.
I did learn something from the cotillion handbook. If you are out with a woman and you come to a revolving door, the man should go through first if it is stopped in order to push it and getting it moving. I assume most women don’t have the physical strength to push something as cumbersome as a door. If the door is already in motion, the man should wait and allow the woman to go through before he enters. I was intrigued by this knowledge and can’t wait to approach a revolving door with one of my daughters to put this learning to use.
Last Friday was the cotillion ball at North Ridge Country Club. You know what that means … the outfit.
When will Stephanie learn to listen to me? I am a man with style. I made the switch to bow ties 15 years ago before it was the trendy thing to do. You may have seen my Allen Edmonds. I keep my dress shirts in order according to their color. Nothing excited Lisa or my daughters more than taking a pink shirt and putting it in the middle of the blues. So – I’m a little type A (I’m not nutty about my shirts being in order, I just sort of like them color coordinated when possible).
I was determined not to purchase a new dress for the ball. Thankfully, several mothers took pity on me and offered their daughters’ old dresses for Stephanie to choose from. We narrowed it down to three. Two were white. One was not that bright white but a similar color – just more yellowish. I guess that’s off white or cream.
I pushed her toward the white dress because – 1) she had really white shoes and 2) she had really white gloves. Made sense to me that she should wear the really white dress to match. I’m not sure she believed me, but she did like that dress and decided to follow my lead.
Next we had to discuss shoes. Early in the cotillion year, a boy stepped on Stephanie’s toe when she was wearing sandals. It bled and she actually lost half of the toenail. Ever since the Fox Trot injury, she has been petrified of dancing with these boys without steel toed boots protecting her petite digits. I almost thought I was going to have to take her to a therapist to begin getting her ready for sorority formals in the future.
We already owned a pair of dress sandals. They were fancy and complimented her really white dress quite nicely. Stephanie went to Target on Thursday afternoon and conned her grandmother into buying her a pair of flat white shoes for proetection. She’d asked me to buy these same shoes the week before but I told her I thought she needed something dressier. Nothing wrong with the shoes but we already had a pair that were perfect for a classy event at the country club.
“Stephanie. I don’t think those are fancy enough for your dress.”
“I don’t care. I DON’T want another toe injury. That hurt.”
Jesse jumped in to defend her, “I think they look fine.”
This coming from a guy who is considering giving all of hisshort sleeved shirts away and replacing them with 10 white v-neck tees to simplify his apparently complex life.
“Input not needed Jesse.” I moved on. “That’s fine. Try them on. Then go show DJ.”
The eyes rolled – not only does she look like Lisa, her mannerisms are falling nicely into place.
From the other room I heard, “DJ, what do you think of these shoes with this dress?”
“I think the sandals would look better with that dress.”
And what does she do? She puts on the sandals and gives me no credit.
To top off the outfit, she picked one of Lisa’s big pink scarves as a wrap. I love it when the girls can wear a piece of Lisa’s jewelry or clothing. It’s like they’re wearing a little piece of her.
I’m sure lisa was smiling down on our adventure. And I’m pretty sure she would have agreed with me on the shoe choice.