This was on my seventh-grade Christmas wish list. So was a Coca-Cola rugby shirt and a Tiffany cassette tape.
I have less than a week before the Route 66 Marathon, and I am SOOOO not prepared! But I kinda whine about that in tomorrow's column, so I'll mosey on from that topic.
But let's still talk about me (as my post title warned you). Remember when you were in middle school, and you got this awesome shirt or pair of jeans or whatever, and you just couldn't WAIT to wear it to school the next available opportunity? Well, pretend you can.
Like in seventh grade, when "Santa" brought me the green-and-white striped Benetton rugby shirt I'd been salivating over for months. I had to wait eight days before I could wear it to school -- you know, and show the cool kids that I could dress like them. Did it work? Heck no; but I still felt good about myself.
That's kinda how I felt today, just on a much less hyper level. Last week, I traded a few coats for one that didn't quite fit my buddy/stylist Lord V -- a black circa-1970s pea coat-like thing with a black fuzzy collar. Love it. And if it hadn't been for the feel-good vibe of my new coat, someone will have more than likely died by my hand today because, ya know, it's Monday. And the day ain't over -- just sayin'.
Anyway, I've had the most unusual looks today while wearing this coat. Not that it'll stop me from wearing it -- kinda like that big obnoxious blue faux fur coat that I used to wear whenever it was below freezing in 2000 and 2001 until the day I slipped on ice and slid under my friend's car in front of the noon lunch crowd downtown. That was quite fabulous, really.
What is it about clothing that makes us feel good? For me, it's like a security blanket I can hide behind. Granted, some of my security blankets are more like bright flashing neon signs that don't exactly act as the cloaking device I wish they were (hello, blue faux fur). Still, whether a fashion mistake or not, it was like a second layer between me and everyone else, something in which I could just fade into the background -- a big blue furry one.
And that's today's random observation. It was either that or go off on how poorly I ate for lunch because I'm feeling sorry for my hurt freakin' foot. Please say a prayer and light a candle for Mr. Left Foot, please, as the marathon's drawing nigh.
Peace, love and blue furry things ... XOXO
