>Now I Like Pink…Posted: April 15, 2011
>I still like a good black outfit. I would imagine that the majority of my wardrobe is still black, but it is not out of the doom and gloom requirement of my youth, and more of the my ass is fat, and black is supposedly slimming, necessity of my middle age.
I don’t really know if I have mentioned this before or not, but when I was young I was a bit of an outcast. I was actually insanely shy, musically inclined, and that didn’t bode well with the cool kids. It was fine, I found others like me (unfortunately, none really near my home), I beat to my own little drum, and life went on. I had many, many interesting experiences due to these artsy, cool kids I found, and they helped make me who I am now.
The other day, I stumbled upon my “Quote Book” which was a little tiny memo notebook. I kept in my purse at all times. If someone said something particularly witty, or something we thought was hilarious, it went into the Quote Book. It was like my late 80’s, early 90’s version of Facebook. I can’t believe I still have it. I have scads of pictures from these days too. The funny thing with looking at pictures from back then is no one has gone through all of them and deleted the crappy ones. They are all still there. You can’t delete film, it lives on forever. Now, I’m sure there could have been much more pictures from those days had we been digital, but you just never know.
Then I started thinking about this whole vampire craze, and realized that we had it in my group as well. The difference? It wasn’t Team Edward and Team Jacob. It was “Team” Lastat or Louis. Or if you were really into it you could have loved David Bowie’s vampire in The Hunger. This is one of my favorite movies of all time, but then again, I am also a huge Bowie freak. At least if you were reading Anne Rice, you were getting some history, and not a bunch of fluff, but I did read all of those others too. I always read books that Mack really liked…she was in junior high when these really started coming out.
I just can’t tell you how thankful I am that piercings and all of that came after my days of being a crazy teenager. The kids that I hung around with would have been the pierced up ones. For sure, some of them still ended up being them. I can only imagine what would have happened if I would have come home with some kind of hole in my face, or anywhere other then an ear, and lets not even get started on gages or any of that crap. Good grief.
Anyway, I’m glad I did all the stuff I did. I wouldn’t change much of it. I did wear a lot of black, I’m pretty sure that’s all my wardrobe consisted of, I’m just glad I can appreciate some color now too.