Today we talked about special spaces. I have no special places. I do have great memories of the house on Grand Traverse Street, and the AWESOME closets. But trying to find pictures of these closets would be the death of me, because, well, seriously, who takes pictures of closets.
So, I had this LO sitting in my crafting area needing to be finished.
One thing that I remember most about being little is that Marilyn and I always matched. We had matching clothes, matching slippers, matching dolls, matching pictures for the walls. Everything matched. I don’t know if this is because I wanted everything matching, or if she did, OR if we both did. I think she did. I think this picture pretty much summed things up.
I remember really wanting my autonomy. I wanted to be first, I wanted to be different. And, yes that happened eventually. It didn’t happen this year… Or for many years to follow. I have a distinct memory of really wanting pierced ears. I was told that I had to wait until I was 12. When my birthday rolled around, we went to the mall and I got my ears pierced. It was painful, and I ran out of the store with just one done. While we were getting me back to the store for piercing ear number two, the decision was made that Marilyn would get her ears pierced too. I was furious. I asked why she didn’t have to wait. I remember some sort of talk that we were already there, and that she would actually sit and have both done.
It was such a painful day in more ways than one. I hated my mom for doing that. I hated the matchy thing. I know that most of it came from buying fabric enough for 2 and making the same pattern, one right after the other. It must have been easier that way. But I don’t remember liking it. And, I’m glad it is over.
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