General Discussion

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in Pictou County, Nova Scotia. My grandmother was in her late 80s. She had been a farmer, a country doctor's wife and a nurse. People put on at 'At Home' for her where everyone in the community came to say hi. It was like a tea we thought. So my sister and I put on our best cocktail/tea dresses with flowers on them. We had on fancy "flats" shoes. There was some time before the event so my sister and I decided to go for a walk along the rural highway..... like a couple of urban idiots from a yuppie family. One of my grandmother's nieces recognized it must be us on the highway and got us to come into their house to meet 2nd cousins. They were lovely. Interested if we were in university. We tried to figure out the four generations in their family. Then we went to the 'At Home'. We were so overdressed. People were lovely and adored my grandmother. Most of them were delivered by my grandfather, a country doctor. Basically fashion and formal dress is a con meant to sell new clothes every year. There is something called the colour lobby that changes the colour of cars and household appliances every year, just like the designers in fashion. It is a way to make money. The people we met that day looked great without any of the high tea fashion my sister and I indulged in. They were better than all our nonsense.

That being said I love fashion. I loved watching Sex and The City and fashion runway shows. Some fashion truly is art.