Sunday, November 22, 2009



I'm tired and aching today, I hope it doesn't mean anything viral. It's another grey november day and I still haven't dug up my dahlia tubers. Next weekend it must be done.

The garden is a little soggy but calendula are still blooming. They are such a hardy plant, usually blooming right through winter here. Their cheerful orange and yellow colours against the jade and emerald greens are so pretty. I haven't got a photo of them. Next weekend it is supposed to be sunny. Or at least not rainy. It might be a good day for taking some photos


Okay, so now you are wondering why I have a photo of an unknown female in tight jeans. The look reminded me so much about what the cool girls looked like in junior high school. I remember them dressed like this at school dances, with their hair carefully curled by their curling iron, mauve eyeshadow and black mascara. They danced carefully, I suspect either out of fear they might sweat or they might look silly. Just a tiny little step to the right and another tiny little step to the left, a careful toss of the head, matching their timing to the slowest possible fractional equivalent of the music's tempo. Some were blondes, some brunettes. Some were gorgeous and some could fake it. Every boy wanted to dance with one of them during Stairway to Heaven. Sometimes the boys wanted to dance with me too. I was so tall that many of them were still only chest height.






3 comments:

parisapartment said...

LOL I know exactly who you mean. Try as I might, I never looked like that even in my Gloria Vanderbilt, Calvins, Sassoons or Jordache jeans!

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Maria Killam said...

You mean the skinny jeans. Hmmm. . . I've got a pair on right now and I'm wondering if I'll get them off again :)

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