I may write something crazy but this is so cathartic for me. I hate stress...I really do. Right now I am very stressed and I won't get into that. However, I can tell you that it does not agree with me.I would love a hot stone massage, but I think it might be more relaxing if I am buried under the hot rocks for a few hours. My first instinct is to eat something totally sinful but unless Annie's fruit snacks are sinful, I'm completely out of luck at this time. I was on the phone earlier with a friend and was living vicariously through her as she ordered a blizzard at that blissful oasis known as DQ. Fortunately I was slightly prepared for a breakdown. I could see one coming. You see, I purchased 2 tubes of muffin glaze last week and the likelihood of me making muffins was nonexistent. Muffin glaze actually mixes in nicely with the yoplait yogurt. It's not Nutella, but will suffice in a time of crisis.
So I was thinking the other day about how we evolve into our identity and the looks we go through on our journey through life. When I took the baby to the sitter's this morning, I was met by 3 year old Alex. Alex was wearing a scuba mask, monkey t-shirt, no pants, and flippers. Apparently he was potty training and pants are a nuisance when you are potty training. But he looked so cute and funny! Obviously that look cannot be worn out in public as a grown up unless you dream of being put in a straight jacket and eating bologna sandwiches while counting the bars in your cell. But when you are 3, it has a sort of laissez faire charm to it!
When I was a kid, friendship pins on your Asahi's(not beer-that was later) tennis shoes and Chic jeans were hot. During my teen years, well....it was the 80s and it was an unfortunate time for fashion. Neon, acid wash, and bad hair reigned supreme. I remember I went to high school with this girl J and she had GINORMOUS hair. It was literally so big, that she had to turn her head to get in the door of Algebra class. And we thought it was fabulous because she had such big hair. I'm sure she owned stock in Aqua Net. The guys? Eh, they put Sun In in the hair for an edgy, beachy look. Really it just made your hair rust colored. They also got perms. Who knew Lilt had so such a following with teenage boys. Thankfully, those makeover shows weren't around or they would have been staging interventions at high schools across America.
College? Everyone was trying to "find" themselves. That time consisted of Umbros (everyone was channeling their inner David Beckham before Becks was known), rompers (which should never be worn by anyone past the age of 7 regardless of what Vogue suggests), and guys wore Duckheads with a beer stained shirt that was a bit too short so their ass crack showed. Hot all around!
I remember in my early 20's I was this tiny, tiny person and I wore oversized guy's jeans and big flannel shirts. Because flannel was so Seattle and alternative. Or as my then boyfriend used to say , "why are you wearing big men's clothes?" I think I was trying to hide. But then a couple of years later, I went to the opposite extreme. I dressed like JLO and I wished someone would have stopped me!!!. I am embarrassed to admit that I had a friend who was trying to find me at an extremely busy restaurant. Whatever way she described me, the manager took her straight to me.Sadly, that happened more than once.
That adage "you can't judge a book by it's cover" is cliched, but true. We didn't have much $ when I was a kid, so sometimes people made fun of what I wore. It was just this rotation of 5 or 6 shirts and 2 pairs of pants. So,I always thought as I got older what I wore said so much about me. But looking back, I don't know if your clothes speak volumes about you as a human being. They are just clothes. Granted, you don't want to got to the grocery store in your PJs because I promise that will be the day you run into someone you haven't seen in years. But I acknowledge loungewear was an incredible invention. You are still you regardless of what you where, but people may view you differently. Until next time...
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