Plus thoughts on the Latin Mass and Lilly Pulitzer:
The past two Sundays, we’ve taken very seriously the idea of Sunday as a day of rest. One parent gets up with the girls while the other sleeps in, then when the sleeper-in parent awakes, the other parent goes back to bed for a nap. When we’re both up, we all take our time eating lunch and getting ready for the afternoon Spanish mass. It feels more pious to get up and go to Mass early, but I tell you what–the past two Sundays have been very restorative. (So much so that I’m up on monday morning typing this before 7 a.m.)
I don’t love going to Mass in Spanish, but our parish is funny. If you don’t make it to Mass by 8:30 a.m., your choices are two Latin masses and the Spanish mass.
We never make it to 8:30.
Latin is the universal language of the Church, etc. etc. but if my kids go to any other Catholic church anywhere in the country, there’s a 99% chance Mass is going to be in English, and they’re not going to know the responses. I still don’t know all the new translation responses by heart. It’s embarrassing. . . . Well, maybe there’s a 90% chance Mass at any other parish will be in English, and 9% chance it will be in Spanish. So going to the Spanish mass has its advantages, I guess. Anyway, as long as 1:30-3:30 a.m. remain the waking/witching/bitching hours in our house, early Mass is not an option.
So anyway, here’s what I wore—a dress I got in my first Stitch Fix.
I’ve watched with some interest the Target/Lilly Pulitzer collection, and the response thereto. (I may even have grabbed a few items left on Target’s racks for resale on an inflated price on eBay. Maybe. I’ll never tell.)
I’ve had a mild fascination with Lilly P. for a long time. Ever since I heard about it from a fellow law student during a summer internship. She was from a totally different social echelon than I and she did not hide the fact. We were discussing this hoity toity party we’d both been to and she was like, “I was surprised there weren’t more Lilly Pulitzers.” I–and another intern of humble lineage–were like “What’s Lilly Pulitzer?”
And she was like, “Oh my God, I can’t believe you haven’t heard of Lilly Pulitzer!”
So Lilly P. seemed to me to represent this whole other type of life–it does–that I don’t really aspire to (I really don’t) but it still fascinates me. It’s very “other,” as my Mom would say.
And now I dress my girls in it. Ironically. From Goodwill and Ebay. That’s totally normal and healthy. Right. But anyway they like it.
I’m linking up with Fine Linen and Purple for What I Wore Sunday (finally! It’s been so long!). Have a lovely week!