Once many many years ago our Bishop stopped me in the multi-purpose room to say “Sister W-, you always look so radiant and lovely.”
This shocked me right out of my manners and I am shamed to say I blurted out, “Lovely?? You should see me at home in my holey bathrobe and ratty slippers! He looked startled, then a smile appeared and he nodded. “My wife” he said, “has that same outfit.”
I believe that in between the startled look and the smile he had a moment of realizing he had only ever seen me dressed up for church, and that ‘radiant and lovely’ was certainly not the whole package. His wife struck me as the epitome of the classic blonde tall, leggy, elegant type. Of course I never saw her in a bathrobe.
Beauty. Much as we love it, it’s a continual source of confusion.