On the subject of 'angel suits' (see last post), we discovered my cassock and surplice in the basement last week, after our lodger moved out. Long-feared lost/ left behind at a speaking engagement somewhere (though where that might have been is debateable, as I rarely wear robes when I preach away from home). Anyway, they were discovered, cleaned and ironed, following which they were hung in the vestibule, like some ghostly figure looming over all the residents of our home. I really don't want my children to be traumatised by memories of living in a PK (Preacher's Kid) home.
It's a cathedral surplice, which means it's very long with enormous sleeves, and one needs to be careful when wearing it. If the wind blows, it might take off!
I decided to wear them this morning.
"You just look wrong", was one colleague's reaction. I'd forgotten how hot it can be in this garb. I couldn't find my hankie, and had to hitch up my 'skirts' to avoid tripping on the dais steps. Somehow, for that particular service, it felt right somehow.
However, I still believe that sensible and comfortable clothing rules! I was back to casual for the 11am service, thank you very much.