02/09/2005: "Failure at silence and the little fury jacket."

I try not to, and yet...I find...I still have things to say, and not as many hours in the day nor willing ears to listen...and so...Here's a little something I wrote in the wee hours becuase I could. Niothing deep, not particularly amusing, but it seems a shame to not give life to this passage somehow. It shold be having adventures even if I can't.

Not too long ago in an effort to reduce clutter, fire hazard and distribute goods to those that can use them rather than horde them as garage kindling, my mom went through several LARGE boxes of baby clothes. I realized baby clothes are small and A LOT of clothes can fit in a single box ans a WHOLE LOTTA clothes can fit in 3 or 4. I mean ALOT. My mom only had 4 kids, and there was a good chance the contents of these boxes could cloth a small nation. I can't fault her though, she was not supposed to be able to have more than two, and back then having a boy and a girl did not allow you the option of sharing clothing. I actually am of the opinon that kids grow so quick, stain everything and I'm certain they don't develop a sense of style until they are at least 2 years old, just save some money by letting them run naked in summer and wraping them in large comfty t-shirts in the winter.

yes, yes, there may be a reason I am only allowed to warp older children through drama classes and not have my own just yet. Anyway, among the boxes were a lot of very small "cute" things, and every little dress and tinsy pair of shoes seemed to hold memories and significance for for my mom. She picked out and made so many of the outfits and though there were a lot of hand me downs there were particular outfits that were favorites of each of the kids. Among the boxes of "oooooh's" and "Oh my gosh" there were plenty of squeals, stories and descriptive narrative on the stains that were on items worn mostly, and lastly, by me. If I lived as a mermaid as intended I wouldn't have had to worry about stains, but alas, maybe next life. Why you keep clothes that are stained, I'm not sure, but I am glad for the brief amusment in the process of rethinking the storage situation. SO, Among the clothes we came across a bright lemony yellow, furry, hooded zipper jacket. This was a jacket for a 1 1/2 -2 year old and I remeber wearing it. Or I remember seeing pitures of me in it, or maybe I remember my younger sister wearing it. Not sure how those early memories quite work but regardless, I had a reaction of sorts. My reaction was, Why don't they make that in my size. It's hard enough to find toe socks and brightly colored princess shirts that fit a 30 year old, and I'm not saying I'm fat. So we put it aside and it was one of the things even my sister, fashionista kept for my niece Kayla. And I thought about it more. Well why not. Why not have the jacket made in my size. It's cute, functional, VERY unique, and maybe it will help me get back in touch with my inner child. So, my mom, cook, tax preparer, seamstress and one of the last real true lovers of home making down loaded a pattern samples off the interenet that matched the coat (tech savy uber geeky home maker thank you) and ordered it post haste. I went to Hancock fabrics, got me some nearly identical yellow furry bits, zipper, thread and pale yellow thin flannel for the lining. Estimated time of delivery...2 weeks. Yeah mom. Yeah yellow. Yeah furry hooded jacket. I will sport it for my birthday.