I don't know what made me think of this. We were in St Paul for my brother's wedding. I was wearing a silver strapless dress (ooh lah la! "You're the sister from New York," my brother's friends said & it wasn't a question) & Johnny was in a sweater with leather patches on the shoulders.
My mother walked into our hotel room. Johnny! You have to get ready, she said, we have to leave in a minute.
There was a big storm in NYC, he told her, & I couldn't get my suit from the dry cleaners. This is what I'm wearing.
Without missing a beat, she said, You look wonderful! And meant it. I admired her ability to accept things as they are.