Sometimes I get dressed in the dark in the mornings. I don’t want to awaken my husband, for one thing. Also, I enjoy being in the natural light of the dawning day. When you turn on a light in pre-dawn hours, it drastically alters the atmosphere of a room. The natural light is gentle, subtle, quiet, slowly emerging. Electricity bursts upon you and flings an entire room into stark display.
On the other hand, electricity also allows you to avoid embarrassment.
I was halfway through an exercise class recently when a nice woman (whom I’ve only known for a couple of weeks) quietly whispered to me, “Do you know that your shirt is on inside-out?” No. I did not know that. Oops.
A week later I arrived to play the piano for show choir rehearsal, feeling awake and aglow from my brisk walk through town. The choir director listened to me chat about something for a minute or two, then said matter-of-factly, “you have something in your hair, right here..” as she touched her own temple. I spent the next 5 minutes scraping fragments of toothpaste out of my hair into the trash.
Another incident from long ago came to mind. I was in my twenties, a new teacher at a boarding school in New Hampshire. I left the ladies’ room near the dining hall one evening and headed into dinner, oblivious to the fact that the back of my long skirt had gotten tucked into the top of my pantyhose. It was about 10 minutes before some sympathetic soul finally let me know that I was flashing the whole room with my back side.
Dressing in the dark was no excuse that time. Shit happens. When it does, it’s nice to know someone’s got your back.
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