The Height Of Sophistication

Dressed only in long elegant gloves shiny shiny stilettos & a little black pill-box hat with spotted veil (all my pleas to “Please...hurry! ” “Get yer skates on...get yer skirt on! ”) All to no avail...falling on deaf ears. You hover about in this constant state of undress deciding now to do the hovering (Why!) Or some other tidying up! I could cry...& do! And you forgetting when the doorbell rings (how you are attired) until I cautiously suggest you put on...your dress? & you do a double-take: “Oh...yes! ” And then we step out we two to ballet or play or what we will! I still seeing you as you were before you became the height ... of sophistication.