Category Archives: Childhood Memories/Terrors

Trendsetters

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Matching Dresses $#%?!

When I was little…well, I’ve always been little…when I was young, my Grandmother Nellie sewed several sets of matching dresses for my sister and me.  To any young parents out there – This is NOT okay!

I was a tomboy so didn’t like dresses in the first place and when I finally managed, after several years, to grow out of the first dress  that I hated, I had to wear the exact same dress again handed down from my sister.

I’ve been thinking about clothes a lot this week because I’ve crossed paths with two unique individuals that I can’t quite get out of my head.  The first one was at the shoe repair shop.  I walked in to see a slightly stooped old man behind a tall counter wearing a threadbare white button down shirt.  At the end of our conversation he walked out from behind the counter where I discovered he was wearing a pair of tight leather pants with a lace up crotch.  Hmmmm.

The next guy was at the coffee shop.  I stood behind what I could only assume to be a teenager – grey baggy hooded sweatshirt pulled over his head, extra-large/extra-baggy blue nylon shorts, orange banded white sport socks pulled up to just below the knee and brightly colored leather high top sneakers.  He bobbed his head to the rap music I could hear booming from his earbuds.  He turned around after he ordered his coffee and I was face to face with a 75-year-old man.  Hmmmm.

Evidently, these two guys found a look that worked for them and they decided to stick with it – FOREVER!

I’m looking at the picture above and realize that right now I’m probably not much taller than my sister was in this picture and since both dresses had 10 inch hems (notice the rick rack used to disguise the lengthening process) maybe I could still rock this look.  Hmmmm.

P.S. – More Trauma.  These are the kind of memories this picture brings up for me. Those wavy curls of mine were formed by an uncomfortable night sleeping on pink foam hair curlers.

Torture Device #1

Followed by a scratchy petticoat.

Torture Device #2

And the most humiliating of all…ruffled underpants.

Torture Device #3

There’s Someone Hiding in the Backseat of My Car!

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I don’t really “get” Halloween.  It’s all about being scared, and I hate being scared, which is a shame since it’s how I spend a good portion of my life.

Sometimes, when I haven’t been in my basement for a long time, I get scared that someone is living down there.  I’ve never actually found anyone, so I have no basis for this fear, but you just never know.

Sometimes I’m afraid someone will roll under my garage door at the last minute.  I heard about this happening to a cousin of a friend of a friend of mine.  So now, at night when I pull in the garage and push the button, I stand terrified, watching the door move slowly, ever so slowly, down to the floor.

Sometimes I think there is someone hiding in the back seat of my car, but I do have a basis for this one. I was in high school, driving home late at night from work when someone in the back seat tapped me on my shoulder.  I screamed and wrenched the car to the curb.  The person just kept tap, tap, tapping me on the shoulder.  I tried to get out of the car but they were holding me back.

After several hysterical seconds I finally figured out what happened.  I was driving my mom’s old station wagon.  This model was made before shoulder seat belts retracted so they were stored in a clamp over the window.  The seat belt had come loose and dropped on my shoulder.  Every time I turned the car it swung around and tapped me.  When I stopped, the strap hung from the ceiling to the floor, blocking my exit.

Halloween movies?  Halloween Haunted Houses?  I just don’t get why people pay good money to be scared.   Halloween sucks.  Well, except for the candy…that’s awesome!

Happy Halloween Everybody!