The Cookie Cutter


DD was a sophmore in high school and preparing for her first prom.  We were both excited. 

On this day, she and I had gone shopping and picked out a beautiful, long formal (that, btw, Hubby thought was way too expensive at $180) and a long-line strapless bra to wear under it.  Of course, we also had to buy new shoes, earrings and a rabbit fur wrap.  Did I mention I was reallly excited about DD going to her first prom?  Hubby, not so much.  He couldn’t believe how expensive it was.  I think it really made him nervous that my attitude was, money, schmoney — it was our only daughter’s FIRST PROM!  (It hadn’t been nearly as much fun to help Gunny pick out a tux.)

Anyway, when we got home from our shoppng trip, we laid all our purchases out on the kitchen table so that we could ooh and aah over them.  She was going to go up and try it all on RIGHT NOW!

But, suddenly there was a knock at the back door (in a farmhouse, only people who don’t know you, like salesmen, come to the front door).  The back door led into the sunroom and from there there were french doors into the kitchen.  So, Hubby went to the back door, and it was DD’s boyfriend!  As “Bubba” walked into the kitchen we just naturally curbed our excitement a little.  After all, you don’t want to scare a boyfriend over much with the importance of an event.  He might get nervous and his skin might break out, or something.

He had just stopped by for a minute, so we all chatted briefly and then DD walked him out to his car.

When she returned to the kitchen, DD glanced at the table and shrieked, as only a dramatic teenager can!  “The long-line bra was laying right there in plain sight!”

Well, Hubby and I didn’t see that it was that big a deal but you know how teenage drama is.  It doesn’t make any difference what reality is — just what their take on it is! 

So, I said the first thing that came to mind, to tease DD out of her panic.  I said, “Well, since it’s laying on the kitchen table, maybe he just thought it was a cookie cutter!”

That hit a right note with DD and in a split second she went from appalled at what he might have seen, to laughing.  Crisis averted. 

From then on, that bra was known as “the cookie cutter.”

As our nieces got old enough to go to formals, they would borrow it too, so over the years “the cookie cutter” became a common term among the women and girls in our large extended family.

The cookie cutter has long since fallen apart from all that use, but I do know that during its “lifetime” it gave the girls in our family a lot of laughs — and a lot of support!

12 Responses to The Cookie Cutter

  1. Linda says:

    I don’t think I’ve ever heard that story! Very funny. Life in your house was never dull, was it?

  2. Beth says:

    That is hilarious! Sitting here laughing out loud. The last line is perfect.

  3. Sandra says:

    Linda — It’s hard to believe you’ve never heard it before — it’s one of our favorites. Hey, you do hang on my every word don’t you? You don’t tune me out sometimes when I’m regaling you with stories about our family, do you? So that you don’t miss anthing more, I’ll start speaking more slowly s.o t.h.a.t y.o.u c.a.n t.a.k.e n.o.t.e.s ! 🙂

    Thanks Beth. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  4. Hilary says:

    Great story.. one of those that will be handed down to the next generations. Very cute. 🙂

  5. Sandra says:

    Thanks, Hilary. And the great thing is that now that I’ve written about it here, I’ve helped assure the story won’t get lost! I love blogging.

  6. Kacey says:

    LOL. Too funny. I love hearing stories about how some family phrases come into being!

  7. Sandra says:

    Kacey — Yeah, it’s sort of like family shorthand, isn’t it! And this one got alot of attention, because every time “the cookie cutter” was needed, the story got told and laughed about all over again!

  8. Great little memory you resurrected there, Sandra. Nicely done.

  9. Sandra says:

    Thanks, Barb. One I always enjoy telling.

  10. cathy says:

    Loved it! I’ll never think of a strapless bra w/o remembering the cookie cutter!

    Do you, by chance, quilt? I notice all the little icons next to commenters’ names and they look like quilt blocks! I’m a quilter, so just wondered.

    You said the other day – on Sam’s blog – that Becki and I ought to also start a blog. Well, then I wouldn’t have time to quilt, so I’ll leave it with Sam and Beth! But I enjoy reading yours and their blogs. As for me – I’ll stick with quilting!

    Have a great trip with the kids and grands! -Cathy (Sam’s wife; Beth’s mom)

  11. Sandra says:

    Cathy — As with many things these days, your comment has inspired me to write my next post about quilting.

    After you read it, you may still wonder, “Can she quilt?” 🙂

  12. […] And, of course, the Liz Taylor dress was worn with the infamous cookie cutter! […]

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