i cuffed the bottom of my jeans today, and flashed back to jen teaching jeff how to peg-roll his jeans on the first of school. maybe it was his first day of high school. maybe it was september of 1989, i can't be sure. maybe it was a few days before school started. i don't know. i do know that i watched carefully and silently. i didn't want anyone to have to teach me on my first day of high school. i wanted to be a natural peg-roller.
though, by the time i entered high school, i was ordering jeans from the Alloy catalog. i wanted the widest flares they had. they were kind of like bell bottoms, but tighter in the thighs than those from the sixties.
i also recall watching jen apply her eye makeup. she wore pink eye shadow on her brow bone and blue on the lids. i used to put the same makeup on the barbies in my coloring books with crayolas. again, practicing so i'd get it right when i was a teenager. regrettably, my teenage years saw more than enough blue eye shadow. i kept away from the pink, though, replacing it with glitter. so much glitter.
some things don't change.