A Dress is a Dress
Sunday morning at our house varies from rushed to completely chaotic. It depends completely on me and how prepared I am. Many Sabbaths will find me with an iron in hand, frantically flattening a pair of little boy slacks (or my own blouse, depending on how many times I change my mind). Sometimes, my boys have worn jeans to church because we can't find their church clothes. It isn't the end of the world. What we wear isn't is as important as being there. Tomorrow, it seems, there is a group who believe what we wear is as important as being there. There is a 'movement' within the Mormon faith that I was completely unaware of until this week. Mormon feminists. I learned about this through CJane's blog . I then clicked my way around the internet trying to understand what it was all about. (I'm not going to try to explain it here, lest I be accused of getting it wrong. If you're interested in more of the full story, you can read here , or here .)...