When I was a little girl, around 11 and 12, my mom was into dressing me somewhere between a little preppy nerd and a cool girl. At the time, my parents had just become separated and we had my mother's cousin Jody as a roommate. She was a hair stylist so my 80's coifs were on point daily.
I also remember during this time getting clothing for Christmas and actually enjoying it. I didn't yet realize how much I would come to enjoy it in the future, but there were a few key pieces that I just felt very comfy and girly and cool in. One was a pink turtleneck with tulips around the collar and a matching sweatshirt (nerd heaven!). The other was my blue Guess sweatshirt.
This sweatshirt was a bold shade of blue somewhere between teal, cerulean and royal with the large, black Guess upside down triangle on the front. It was basically perfect. Especially for my complexion and hair color. I remember just really liking it a lot. It was simple, casual, authentic (not some bullshit knockoff crap), comfortable and cute. I would wear it a lot with whatever jeans or stretchies; pack my two different Esprit book bags full, let Jody spray my head full of Scruples hairspray (does anyone remember that stuff?!) and be on my merry way to school.
I wasn't always wanting more, I didn't wear the sweatshirt because it was name brand, that was just a perk. I didn't carry the Esprit bags because they were prepster essentials, I was just handed them and I liked the size and shape and colors. I didn't really know any better. I saw them in Hudson's department store, knew they were most likely cool, and went with it. My mother wasn't attempting to make me into a snob, she just thought I looked cute in these things. I didn't start demanding more and more designer clothing (well, I did want Multiples when they came out, but that was more just 80's fad worship). I didn't see these things as essentials for my well-being in my social circle is the point I'm trying to make here.
I think I would just like life to be like my old Guess sweatshirt and Esprit bags. Sure, it's lovely to know I have a badass sweatshirt and a rad book bag, but then I just sometimes want it to stop there. Maybe a great hair bow. But I don't then need every pair of my jeans to also be Guess. I don't need my life to revolve around more. Contentment with the lovely things I have should come first. More has become so rampant in my lifestyle that I don't remember a time before it. And it's not just me wanting more, it's more being given to me in such a manner that it becomes second nature. Where is the line between really enjoying all of these blessings and this life, and this life becoming ....too much? Is being aware of it enough to keep me from falling over the edge?
brb, going to search eBay for that Guess sweatshirt.
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