I always had my head in books and never thought about boys or clothes and make-up much. I wasn't worried about hairstyles. I pretty much combed it each morning and forgot about it.
I wasn't concerned about being popular; I wanted to be the smartest in the class.
Until seventh grade.
I began to notice something. Every day, I walked the eleven blocks to Tampa's Pierce Junior High School. As I walked, various kids would join me along the way there. A lot of the girls looked different than me. More grown-up. They wore make-up and jewelry. They had teased hair-dos. Their outfits were all cute and coordinated. These girls even shaved their legs!
I looked at myself. Something was definitely lacking.
What to do? What to do?
I came up with a brilliant plan for getting cute outfits. Christmas was coming and I wanted clothes. Brand name clothes. It was the first time that I ever even thought about clothes being certain brands. I knew my mother could not be trusted to buy the clothes I wanted so I asked if I could pick out my own Christmas presents that year.
Mom said I might regret it on Christmas morning when there were no surprises. Hey! I was 12 years old, nearly an adult. I didn't have to be surprised like a little kid!
She gave in and took me shopping. (She was happy to have to pick out less presents.)
I knew just what I wanted: an Izod pencil skirt. It was all the rage at my school back in 1968. Everyone wanted a skirt with a cute alligator emblazoned on it. (In junior high, we still wore dresses and skirts to school. We got to wear jeans beginning in high school in 1970. What a revolution THAT was!)
I found a yellow Izod pencil skirt. In total, I got 4 outfits but really only remember the skirt and a navy blue mini-dress that had a ruffle down the front.
It was hard to wait until Christmas morning to wear my treasures. I do have to admit that Christmas morning was not as fun since I knew every present I was getting .... rats, I hated it when Mom was right.
Finally, the day came when I was able to wear my new threads to school. I was expecting everyone to be impressed with my new look. Evidently, all the other girls had asked for the same thing for Christmas. We ALL were sporting Izod skirts.
Let's just say I never achieved fashionista status.
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 1.) A seventh grade memory. It was interesting that this story is just one of several seventh grade memories - must have been an epic year! I couldn't think of anything that happened during sixth grade ... but I digress. If you'd like to share one of your memories, link up at Mama's Losin' It.