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AUGUST 10, 1973 [age 12]: I got green & red brushed denim pants, a red marker, hair things, p.j.s for [for summer]. I went in I.'s pool. Mom got her hair done & got clothes & shoes too!
AUGUST 10, 1974 [age 13]: I wish [really a lot] that we could go on vacation this yr. Uncle Jack came over [to visit Granny, & had dinner at my house].
Jeez, maybe I have things out of focus.
Figgy has way too many clothes--she loves shopping at Forever 21 and H&M if she gets birthday or babysitting money. [Moey has even very thoughtfully gifted her with a mini shopping spree at the former.] But I always say to my friends, I never had a lot of clothes, and the clothes I did have, I took good care of--i.e., they were not rolled in a ball and tossed on the floor. When will she ever learn? You do not want to see the size of the two giant sacks of clothing she took for two weeks in Maine and Cape Cod, and the trove of lotions and potions, too. Guess that's what happens when you're an only child, your family drives rather than flies [lots of trunk space], and your mother is also an overpacker.
Yet possibly, I've twisted the clothing truth, looked at it through a foggy lens. When I read my diary, I find lots of fashion purchases. Well, as I learned when working at Seventeen Magazine, teen girls are big beauty and style spenders. But me? I could have sworn I was deprived. Apparently not. I was even excited to report when my Mom got clothes, b/c you know how it is, you want your Mom to look good, too.
And if you asked me now, I'd say our family went on vacation every year--either to Beach Haven [on Long Beach Island] or Cape Cod. According to my diary, it looks like we must have skipped at least one year.
BTW, can someone please tell me what green & red brushed denim pants were? This was summer, not Christmastime! Wish you were here.
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It does seem as if our daughters have enjoyed way more of a lot of things than we did. I had only one "real" Barbie growing up. But L used to get those skinny, disproportioned blondes for any old occasion and they would inevitably all end up naked with matted hair living in a heap in the bottom of her closet. Same with clothes, (rolled in a ball and tossed on the floor, like Figgy) until recently, anyway. I had brushed denim jeans, too, but blue – nothing so exotic as red and green! They were kind of a soft, fuzzy material, if I remember correctly. Love, Linda
ReplyDeleteHi Linda...it must have been the Garbarini rule...I too had only one Barbie growing up :) thanks for telling me what brushed denim jeans were. love alice xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteIsn't it startling to read things from your youth you had totally forgotten, or remember differently? I've recently been doing some archeology in my basement boxes of papers, and it turns out the stories I tell myself about my past may be partly mythology, partly true, like they found about the Iliad when they excavated Troy. But some folks would say the myths are more true and more necessary than the plain old facts.
ReplyDeleteHi Nan! Yes, what you say is so true......and that is something to ponder: the myths are truer and more necessary than the plain old facts. hmmm. thanks....alice
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