When I posted my very first Blog “reduced-price lunches (what a quarter can get ya!)” I immediately facebooked my friend “Lizzy” to tell her what I had begun and that she was in my inaugural entry. She, being the good friend that she is, wrote me a beautiful email of encouragement and reminisced over several memories that I had since forgotten. So, thank you “Lizzy” for inspiring me to write this post today.
In Jr. High, denim was king. Everyone rolled their jeans tight at the ankle (a skill one would perfect at home) and then would re-roll 5 or 6 times a day almost as a tick…but really, just to show others you were a pro at rolling and to make sure they stayed tight in place all day.
No one wore dark jeans like they do know. Everyone had the medium blue (what we would call “Mom jeans” today) and every color lighter than medium all the way to straight-up white jeans. The cool kids had acid washed jeans which were purchased at a premium at the nearest Levi store. Since you all know that I didn’t buy clothes at the store, I got the hand-me-downs, my jeans were always one toned – no cool bleach stains….
In my attempt to home-make “Cool” jeans, the poor little rich white Mexican decided once to try and acid-wash a pair at home using bleach in the bathtub. Most of the time, when you try to recreate a fashion at home it doesn’t quite meet the standard that you would get in the store. One problem with my risk was that I didn’t have spare jeans hanging around. Every pair I had, I needed! My attempt at home “stoning” my own jeans wasn’t a total disaster. The jeans were still wearable technically and I devised a plan to not totally humiliate myself if anyone challenged me on my funny looking pants.
- #1 – say nothing. In a perfect world, they would look like everyone else’s and no one would notice.
- #2 – If anyone says “Those are the coolest pants ever! Where did you get them?” I would humbly note that I had simply made them myself. It’s easy! Anyone can do it.
- #3 – If anyone says “Those are the ugliest pants ever! Where did you get them?” I would ….blame it on someone else….my mom. 😦
Well, because most of the time, people don’t care about stuff the way we think they do, nobody said anything about my jeans, that is, except my best friend who, of course, would notice that I had a pair of jeans that she had never seen before. I remember now that she said something really generic like, “Oh, new jeans?”….and I instantly panicked. Without really thinking about it, I just blurted something out…..”uh, yeah – my mom did these, I’m so embarrassed”.
I “blamed” my mom. It’s SHAMEFUL! Especially since “Lizzy” was my safe friend. I had NO reason to lie to her… (so mom, the reason why you didn’t remember this was because it didn’t really happen). Fail.
I want to say again that People often don’t care about stuff the way we think they do. “Lizzy” remembered that story because (as I just recently learned this) she thought my mom was so cool for home-stoning my own jeans. You see, she was the youngest of her many siblings which meant that her parents were on the older end of the spectrum, while my folks were young and therefore “cooler.” Meanwhile, I was jealous of her because her teenaged brothers and sisters always took care of her. Boy – talk about greener grass.