Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Rite of Passage

Cotillion is something of a rite of passage, no? My experience as a 14- or 15-year old attending cotillion was something. . . As I recall it was a one-shot deal. We got to dress up, put our hair up, wear lipstick, and were delivered to a nearby officer's club as arm candy for some very handsome and horny cadets. We had dance cards, and the boys wore white gloves but we girls did not. My best recollection of the evening is that I caught the eye of one particular cadet who managed to sneak us into an empty and dark adjacent room. He was so gallant-- he stood in front of me so I could put my dress back together when the lights snapped on and we were discovered by an anxious chaperone.

Cotillion these days is for a younger crowd. My 12-year old says he hates it, but I think he's having a good time. Lots of his buddies are suffering through it together. I saw a Facebook exchange the other day that I thought was very funny.

T-man: I hate cotillion

friend 1: Me too!

friend 2: What does it taste like?

Anyway, I managed to get a couple of shots of my little man getting dressed for last month's event. He hasn't mastered the correct knot for his tie yet. Part of the problem is that he's left-handed and dad is not. But hey-- if we can teach him to tie his shoes, we can teach him a proper Windsor knot, hopefully before he's asphyxiated.

All joking aside, the right hand/left hand issue will always be a challenge.

But the end result is good, I think.


ADG said...

Kathy...he's a great looking young man. Maybe he and LFG would make a good pair?

Kathy said...

He (and we) should be so lucky. This one's older brother is dating a great gal. Who knows what the future holds for them, but if that's his taste in women, I'm happy.

LPC said...

What a cute boy...

Kathy said...

LPC-- thanks! He's a keeper. Thanks for stopping by. I love your blog!