I think maybe, I thought that if I looked OK, I might be OK...(this coming from a woman, you realize, that is in complete wardrobe meltdown because of a fun dinner tonight with, you guessed it, a lot of old friends from high school who probably could give a whoop about what I'm wearing...really...when you live in the same town for 27 years...things come back to haunt you...not that this is a bad thing, I'm just saying...)
And, this is my favoritest school picture of myself...I believe it was my junior year. I have no idea why I like this one so much...I think it was the good hair day, or the fact that I actually looked OK (for me. except on closer examination, I think my left eye looks a little squinchy...and you know I'm going to jump right up and look at myself in the mirror as soon as I get done here) and I was wearing a lovely knitted dress that looked like an over sized bag.
A large knitted bag.You know...that baggy thing was really wasted on me. Here I was, extremely thin, and what? I have to walk around in large knitted outfits of all sorts. Simply because it's "in". Well, rest assured, I am NOT walking around in low rise jeans that display my thong underwear these days...I don't care how "cool" that is (OK...I'm not fooling anyone...who really wants to see all of that anyway?)
And, the Me...World Tour thing above? That was a lovely bumper sticker that was on my firstie car. Everything was _ _ _ _ -world tour in the 80's, if I remember correctly...So, I thought the bumper sticker was just hilarious. So, that's me and the bug. 1970's number...I loved that thing, and yes, I did actually replace the custom brown plaid seats (hello?!?!) I did indeed have that car until I went to college, so we did a lot of things together. I remember getting my Honda Accord and being amazed that I didn't have to hold my breath every time I started it, because it would probably start...not like the bug...you just never knew. Although, I have to say, having a Volkswagen, feels like a soul mate...it's more than a car, it just talks to you in a totally different way. And yes, you're right, that is indeed an entire Esprit outfit (that I paid a lot of $$ for...why was that stuff so expensive then? I swear I can hardly give the stuff away in the shop now) I mean, I practically died when I went up to San Fransisco and went to the factory!
I was going to write something poetic about how I arrived at the place I am now in my life. But, every time I look around, there seems to be a different destination place and a different me landing there. I don't know how static I am anymore...it all just keeps changing. I suppose it always has, I'm just noticing it more now. Doing these posts have drug up so many memories, and I am realizing how lucky I've been, and how much fun I've had...and how many people that I still care about are in my life (and more every week it seems...weird, but true) It's monumental, yet subtle and beautiful and a little private.
And everyday, I walk down the same streets I've been on most of my life, near the same landmarks, that remind me of the same stories, and I have to smile...
Because, you know...
life is really amazing.
life is really amazing.