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| What's that shirt about, Veruca? So pilgrim-like. |
What's comical to me about these instances are the objects of my desires that instigated these episodes (Veruca Salt episodes, if you will.)
Most of these rare moments occurred around the time I was in middle school (I was completely angelic for the rest of my childhood) . Let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we? I'm sure the journey will be good for at least a few laughs........
So you can imagine, here I am, 11 and 12 years old, trying everything I can to be cool and am obviously frustrated that my parents aren't doing everything they can to help make me cool! i.e. buy me everything my heart desires with your hard earned money, mom and dad!
OBVIOUSLY I had more than enough reason to get upset.
The first item I remember wanting so badly I couldn't stand it: a pair of Doc Marten sandals.
You know the ones.
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| Just look at those golden stitches! That massive platform! And the intricate |
Anyone who was anyone in my middle school had a pair of these babies. I begged my dad for a pair...and I later found myself wearing an off brand pair which I was less than thrilled about. Any pair that didn't have the golden stitch was worthless. But I wore them and did my best to ignore the haters.
Apology #1: Sorry dad, for being obnoxious about wanting such an UGLY pair of incredibly over priced sandals. And then for being ungrateful about the off brand pair that you bought me, even though I still wore them every day. SORRYYY :)
The next item on my embarrassing list of desirables: Hawaiian board shorts
That's right. A pair of Hawaiian board shorts from The Buckle.
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| I definitely could have rocked these |
Picture this: Our 7th grade dance has a Hawaiian theme, my sisters and I are the ONLY kids in school that haven't convinced our parents to head to the nearest Buckle and buy us a pair of super short Hawaiian board shorts. Hoooowww could this be happening to us?!
It's the day of the dance and STILL no shorts. My sisters and I were at the end of our rope. (That's right, I'm bringing my sisters down with me.) We had begged, pleaded, and even bargained with chore duties to no avail. Finally, I think my grandmother had reached her limit. After all of the relentless begging and bratty attitudes she drug our bratty butts to the car and we were on our way!!
To Walgreens.
In true Grandmother fashion, she took us to Walgreens in their seasonal "clothing" section and let us each pick out a $5 button up Hawaiian shirt. A compromise.
They definitely weren't shorts and they definitely weren't from The Buckle but we wore our shirts with pride
Apology #2: Dear mamaw, please accept my apology for being such a stubborn little 7th grader and essentially forcing you to buy me a shirt that I wore once in my lifetime. My bad! I love you.
The last ridiculous material item I am willing to admit threw me into a frenzy, is near and dear to my heart. I truly didn't think I could live without it.
A circa 2000 metallic cross body Esprit purse.
Is Esprit still around??
Remember those plastic-y sandals that were so super cool in all their many colors but left gashes in your feet from wearing them all day?
I digress.
I was crazy about this purse. (And if you think that I didn't spend at least 45 minutes on Google trying to find an image of this beloved purse to show you in all it's glory.....THINK AGAIN)
I took this plight to my mother. I knew she would understand my need for such an item. After all, if anyone could understand such a thing it would be a mother.
She heard my desperate pleas and became increasingly annoyed but day after day I was still without my beloved purse to be filled with all of my many essentials. (things like Lipsmackers, my Tamagotchi.......I'm drawing a blank on anything else I would have put in a purse in 8th grade.)
BUT on my birthday that year I was pleasantly surprised with the object of my affection. I was finally the proud owner of my Esprit dream purse. I was on cloud 9.
I wore that purse to school everyday and treated it as though it were made of gold.
Come to think of it, I can't really remember what happened to that purse. I probably lost it. Or tore it apart. Or got tired of it.
Apology #3: Mom, thanks for getting me that rad purse. Although, I am sorry that I annoyed you so much about it...I'm sure you could have gone without my daily reminders of reasons why the purse was essential to my life. Realllly sorry!
So that's that. 1 for 3 in objects desired. Not too shabby. But like I said, I'm not proud of these moments and these apologies are looooong overdue. I'm happy to report that material things are far less important to me now.
Except for that red coat I've had my eye on.....
Change is hard, people!!! I'm working on it :)
Happy Saturday!
- Brit
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