I admit that I love giving out backhanded compliments. I mean, once I ate lightly all day so I could appropriately stuff myself at the Melting Pot, so the Godiva chocolate martini hit me pretty hard. As I was revving up into fully social, laughs-loudly-at-everything tomato, a high school acquaintance showed up to do magic tricks at the table, and told me that he makes a great living as a magician. After he hugged me, I laughed and said, “well good for you! Who knew that wasting your high school life on magic tricks could actually come to something!”
What? That wasn’t a compliment at all? Yeah, I was surprised at my words, too.
Anyway, back to compliments. Given clear instructions to purchase a knee-length sleeveless black dress for a wedding, I showed up in a simple dress adorned on the front in chiffon roses. I didn’t choose this dress specifically for the flowers, it was the only dress that I could find that fit within the request parameters. Others showed up in a wrap dress, a strapless dress, and a simple black dress.
“Oh, it’s a good thing you’re not wearing jewelry”, the wedding coordinator said while eyeing my dress with distaste.
“What, is it too much? This is the only dress that I could find!”
The bride smiled and said “no, don’t worry about it, it’s so…you! And that’s exactly what I wanted, for everyone to feel like themselves!”
Why is it so me? Why are flowers on the front of a simple black dress so me! I mean, if I had to choose a defining characteristic of my style, I would pick, “work until late, run into a store 30 minutes before closing, try on all the sleeveless knee-length dresses in the inventory, wrench my neck out by trying to get out a complicated dress quickly, grab the dress that makes me look the least like a mommy kangaroo, and run back out in time for dinner.”
Naturally, I smiled, and then mulled this phrase over for the past three days, and you know why? Because that’s so me!