Genetic engineering is in the news again. I say, bring it on.

When they passed out the genes that give women a sense of style, skill with a curling iron, artistry with the paint pots, I drew blanks. Genetic engineering might be the answer.

A church committee chairperson called and invited me to participate in a church fashion show. I agreed, thinking I might give other glamour-challenged women hope.

Besides, I thought my pastor/hero and role model would be a good sport and say yes too. Ha. They didnt even ask her, in respect for her dignity. I guess I dont have much of that either.

Ever since I can remember, Ive never enjoyed primping and powdering, clothes-shopping and hairdos. The reason Im sure this is a genetic deficiency is that my Mom was the same. We shared genes for fine straight hair and lack of style.

Youre so nice and tall, Mom always said of me. Her 5-foot-2 saw my 5-foot-6 as elegant, and she thought I looked swell no matter what I wore.

She also said, Whats wrong with the dress you have? a lot. AndWhy do you need another one? You can only wear one at a time. So I never had much chance to develop my under-endowed femininity.

In retrospect, Im beginning to think my denominational sisters invited me in a well-intentioned demonstration of pity. A charity case, as it were.

I said yes, assuming I had committed to one hour, one evening, a month away.

Again, ha.

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Fashionista, Part 1

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