wore-gret

jump on it

2009-05-28T20:46:00.003-04:00

Who needs paddock boots when you have a pair of leather Keds? And why bother with jodhpurs when you can wear tapered, high water jeans with your floral knit shirt tucked in? Live on the edge with no helmet and a big pink bow of chiffon.

sexy skate

2009-05-20T21:53:00.001-04:00

At work my pal ML and I had lengthy convos about our roller skating days. I described this picture to her- my pal on the far left was so cool with her faux cut-off shorts and Champion shirt and low rise ankle speed skates. I was a sad, sad interpretation of her look. My expression reveals that I knew my efforts only made me look ridiculous. Why couldn't I just be happy like the other gals in the pic? I couldn't be happy because my roller skating outfit was all wrong. ALL WRONG!

shallow but true

2009-05-20T00:23:00.001-04:00

I realized that I needed an entire new blog to dedicate to this important part of my life. I explained this story to my parents the other day when discussing the career paths I have wandered down. When I was a young thing full of unreasonable hopes and dreams, I always devoured the big fat JCPenney catalog- not the toy section that comes out at Christmas time (although that followed as a close second)- but the misses apparel section. I looked at each outfit and imagined what career I could pursue that would allow me to wear each outfit. Teacher, doctor, lawyer, etc. I often envisioned teacher because it seemed to me that the majority of JCPenney outfits were most appropriate for an academic profession. Why would I want to choose doctor and wind up covering all my outfits with lab coat? Or even worse, having to don scrubs!? Gak! And so began the life journey of choosing my career based on the uniform. Even now when I'm applying for jobs I think about what the dress code will be and if it's one I can possibly conform to.

Here is my ode to my JCPenney catalog dreaming days. The clothes of my past. The expression of my youth. The naivety to the fact that pictures last a lifetime and computers have scanners. Here is my bear-hug embrace to the garments I sometimes regret - my wore-gret.