|ME, ME, ME|
(the ME shirt)
1. I was born with blonde hair, which turned mouse-brown by the time I was in 8th grade, and since then has been every shade of brown that Clairol manufactured (I liked Medium Ash Brown the best but it wasn't always in stock), and also mahogany red, strawberry red, mouse again but with blonde streaks or blonde highlights or blonde balayage, grayish white but only for a short time because it was really ugly - and is now a non-ugly chocolate brown, thanks to a genius colorist.
2. I don't wear anything with a visible logo.
3. I hold on to clothes far longer than a sane person should. I've learned not to flinch when someone admires my "great vintage find."
4. Even though I dislike the idea of disposable clothing, I find it hard to resist a bargain. Then I moan when the thing falls apart, pills, gets holes - well, you know. Then I dispose of the offending item. Then I repeat the cycle.
5. Parts of my body believe that we're still in puberty. Or is there such a thing as physical nostalgia?
6. I was stalked when I was in high school, but the expression "stalker" didn't exist then and he was known as "that poor boy who has such a terrible crush on you." It was creepy and embarrassing. For purposes of this post, I have googled him, and it looks like he grew up, got married, served our country with distinction, continued to work for the government, and died. His widow was a girl I knew in junior high, who really disliked me. His obituary read like she wrote it - it described her as "the love of his life." Who does that? Well, for both of their sakes, I hope it was true.
7. Actually, the last few times that the name of an old school or work acquaintance popped into my head, I googled them and each time I learned that the person had died recently. So now when I wonder whatever became of someone, I do not, repeat, not google them.
8. Every time I cut my own hair I regret it. Bangs especially.
9. My ability to keep my weight stable has diminished with age, to the point where I actually consulted a doctor to see if I was coming down with some dreadful disease where the first symptom is that your favorite outfits have gotten tight and your feet hurt. "No," said he, "you need to eat less and get out in the fresh air and sunshine more." I found this response dispiriting.
10. Our family is very multi-cultural, it's impossible to avoid stereotypes. They're sitting right next to you. And many are grumbling. Hence my sort-of-regular holiday post.
11. I was stranded in France after 9/11. Even after airports began to reopen to US airlines, the non-US airline on which we had cheap tickets went into bankruptcy and we were unable to change the tickets. Nor could we buy new ones, because our credit cards and bank accounts had been frozen - while we were on the road, without our knowledge we'd been the subject of identity theft. Fortunately we were known at a few restaurants and found a kind hotel, so we had food and shelter, and anyone who says Parisians are rude or unsympathetic will get a big argument from me.
And now I pass the Sunshine Award to 11 other blogs: