13 August 2006
well, I think this is just like, the best. one. ever. a seventh grade me, a 1984 new wave wannabe me (and so obviously, so very very sadly failing). even though I had no real idea what new wave meant or what punk rock was all about, I knew enough to know I wanted in. polka-dotted tees from the mall (with matching turquoise hoop earrings from claire's boutique, natch) do not exactly radiate new wave-- omg, NOT EVEN CLOSE but holy flourescent jellies, people. I was trying. I listened to my k-tel new wave compilation record album on the daily desperately hoping to absorb any coolness that might be seeping out of the brown speakers and into the air around me. the waitresses, haircut 100, bow wow wow-- I would gladly lay down on any grimy thrift store floor and cry salty-sweet tears of joy if I found this album again. you think I'm joking, but I am not. I lovingly remember how it was grey flecked with various stylishly bright-colored triangles all over it and photos of the offending bands on the back. in the far out world of thrifting, this would be my white whale.
today, I am choosing to embrace the lazy-lidded junior high me. and I will be humming I know what boys like for many, many hours (maybe even days) to come. sadly, I knew what boys liked. even at the tender age of thirteen.
the photobooth friday cats, I do so love them:
sewn with gold threads
the whole self