"Do we have to go to the Latin Mass, Daddy? I like electric guitars better!"
"Shut up, Anoreth, or I'll make you wear a dress and high heels and a lace veil made from the dining room curtains."
"Do we have to go to the Latin Mass, Daddy? I like electric guitars better!"
"Shut up, Anoreth, or I'll make you wear a dress and high heels and a lace veil made from the dining room curtains."
LOL!
(Many years the goodwife brought an acoustic guitar to church to play for the Sunday School. She got a bit of a sharp remark on arriving: "You aren't going to be playing that for the service, are you...?" Needless to say, rock masses, folk masses, anything other than the traditional Mass doesn't fly here. And especially after suffering through folk masses at an ECUSA summer camp for several years, I'm happy with that.)
LOL. Once upon a time my brother and I were invited to spend the weekend with some friends. They told us that we would be going to church on Sunday. No problem! I took along a nice black dress and heels. I had forgotten until I saw them dressed up that their church required women wear "head coverings"
The only thing I had was a half finished tatted doily I was making. A couple of snips and a few bobby pins later and I was "church compliant". But my brother never let me forget that I once went to church with a small table cloth on my head....
(The difference between a doily and a table cloth was lost on him.)