'Snowing down south' and other dress code offenses
A little tug here. A little yank there. Growing up, that was my life and it was so irritating.
I was a little tomboy who was around two southern belles—my momma and my Mamaw Girdle/Myrtle. No, they didn’t attend cotillions or wear the large fancy dresses, but they both were big believers in having impeccable manners and following the unspoken dress code of the south.
In our family, this dress code was alive and well.