“No it’s a garland to decorate a kid’s bedroom,” the shop owner replied.
“But could I wear it as a necklace?”
In the name of all that is furry and bright, I don’t know why I needed her to tell me wrong from right. Turns out I wasn’t alone.
“It’s funny you ask that,” she said. “Lots of people have queried whether they could wear it and yeah I guess you could.”
Given the green light, I got that garland round my neck quicker than you can say pom poms r us. As I knotted its string, I got to thinking about why we get so strung up on asking for permission.
I’m not talking about the likes of “is this seat taken”? It’s more like “can I wear black to a wedding?”…”can I quit this job after only six months?”…”can I buy those biscuits even though I had dessert last night?”…”can I leave my regrowth one more week?”…”can I get the 10 even though I’m a size 12?”…”can I use that scarf as a belt?”…
You have permission to call me crazy but this week I’m going to do a little experiment. I’m not going to ask for permission. Not once, not twice, not thrice.
Is that alright with you?
Have you asked for permission lately? When and why?