I just read your response, and those to others, and am very glad you've dusted off your sandals. When I was younger it was dressed up or nothing for both my mother and I. She would go to such pains to make sure her bag matched her shoes and her hat didn't clash with either her dress, or in the winter, her coat..you get the idea. The conversations on the way home always touched on 'that person' who wore a summer hat with a winter coat, or white shoes after Labor day, never on the content of the sermon or Scripture and church was nothing more than a place to show off the new stuff, a social club, and when I got older I stopped going altogether. I guess I'm just alittle gun shy about a dress code for the masses. Hope I didn't ruffle any feathers.<br><br>the other Susan