When I started middle school, I suddenly realized my wardrobe was woefully inadequate. In a much larger school with kids from several feeder schools from across the county, I now was in class with kids from different types of neighborhoods, different income levels, and different senses of style. In elementary school, it was more about wearing something fun or colorful. Middle school, it wasn’t good enough to wear your favorite color. Now, the brand mattered.
I didn’t recap my outfits. I didn’t share the best swag, the best buys, the best beauty of the year. I didn’t do a blog in review (though there’s a draft version I chose not to post) and I didn’t write about my goals for the New Year.
I didn’t because every time I felt false and hollow. I’ve felt false and hollow for a few months now. I’m not sure if it’s because of the election,
24 years ago today my friend Adam called me up and asked if I wanted to go to the movies with him and a bunch of friends. This guy Chris would be there, and he thought Chris and I would be a great couple. I said yes, but I didn’t have a ride. He told me our mutual friend Shawn would pick me up, but he had to pick up someone else.
Mail order catalogs were my JAM in middle and high school. I obsessed over the Speigel catalog’s home décor section. When I grew up I swore I’d have a breakfast nook with a pink table, pink café chairs, a pink fan light, pink coffee maker, and pink microwave just like I saw in Speigel. But when Pottery Barn came on the scene, my tastes changed. While Pottery Barn has been around since 1949, its mail order catalog didn’t start until the late ‘80s.