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.
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Dear Ally,
I really enjoy reading the different pieces that you've
written on your blogs (and elsewhere I guess). Tonight, the evening before we tour the local $ store, I found myself looking for an "appropriate" venue or point on your blog into which I could insert some things I wanted to say or express through writing as opposed to trying to express myself face-to-face... as I'm sure you have noticed, I can get rather stressed and/or self-conscious when speaking to some one and can wind up not being as articulate as I would like.
I have already mentioned how important it has been for me to have known you and become friends. I can feel my heart chakra starting to blossom as I write these words, so let me shift gears here and write something kinda fun, lest I become tempted to wax maudlin or overly emotional, which could very well make you uncomfortable. So...
It was wonderful to see and hear you sing "Maggie May" at the birthday bash, as well as having you dedicate the song to me. To try and describe what that felt like/meant to me would not be easy. What I am certain of is that, were I to sing you a song, it would be "Sentimental Lady", by Bob Welch of Fleetwood Mac. I just now listened to it on youtube. It's a wonderful song.
Hope this writing doesn't sound too effusive or whatever... can't wait 'til tomorrow...just a few short
hours away ! See you then, Ally!
TODD
PS- these pink vitamins are great ! !
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