Our Mother dressed herself up on Sundays, in a house dress, as they were called in those days, in observance of a day of rest. A non-member and non-attender of any religion, and yet she kept the Sabbath day Holy. It took me years to realize that had happened in my life and I so appreciate that she did that. I know I've blogged about that fact before.
All of that just to say...unless I'm sick...yes. I dress for Sunday. Not because I have to but because I like to. Right now it's nearly 1pm and Terry is still asleep after a non-sleep night but I'm ready for Church-at-home when he is and we will enjoy our time.
General Conference apparel? bath robe and nightgown for the majority of time!!
I also decided to paint my nails red. From my teen years on I wore nail polish and loved every minute of it. As my hands started showing my birthday years...I switched to subtle colors that I really enjoyed but now...I'm back to red!
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Our sacrament meeting was beautiful ....the only announcement was- there will be a break-the-fast meal after this meeting and everyone is invited... The chorister forgot the hymn books...Everyone present shared their testimonies which included a lot of gratitude from their hearts for everything in their hearts.
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