I Love Playing Dress Up

Remember my last post? The 1920's one? It inspired me to play dress up. So I watched this video and did my make up very 1920's.

Then I put on my favorite ($60!!!) dress. I think it looks a bit like something a flapper would wear. And my bestie Parton* said that it was made for me.

(So ha! subtly cruel individual!)

Anyway, here are some pictures.


* No Parton isn't her real name. And Dolly isn't mine.

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I Love the 1920's

OK, so not ALL of these pictures are from the 1920's, but they all have the same theme, no?

Actually, the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me was that I couldn't be a 1920's girl. And they called me fat while at it.

"Dolly, I never really pegged you for a flapper. Weren't they, like really skinny?"

I hate subtly insulting people. Middle school was full of them.

College

I really want to go to college. I know this fact probably makes my parents happy, but I think I may want to go for the wrong reasons.

Not as much for the endless keg parties (we have those in high school too) but for the escape.

Don't get me wrong. I love my sheltered life where I can be as naive as I want with knowing any 'real' consequences. I really do. But I feel... trapped. which sounds really... wrong somehow. There is no problem with my life. I live in a nice big house, with a little brother who's stereotypically annoying but lovable, the typical blue collar working parents who simultaneously can work hard enough to live comfortably and still spend time with their kids. I live in the country, but go to school in a small city. I have a dog. I should be happy. But I feel missing. Not really misunderstood, but there's a lingering sese that something is off. I think I'm bored.

And maybe a little dependent on my parents.

And I have come to the conclusion that it will be magically found in college.

In college, I will listen to Janis Joplin in my dorm room, flirt with my intellectual, spacey professors, wear short summery dresses without my mom making me change, hook-up with art majors. I will go to coffee shops where all the waiters know me, and when I go to my favorite music store, the cashier will already have some CD's set aside for me to check out. I will go to nightclubs and poetry readings. I will picnic in parks and have intellectual conversations on music, art and politics. We won't gossip, because it bores me.

Of course, college will in all actuality probably be like my life right now. Except I won't have the parents, the brother, the house or the dog.

But I always was a wishful thinker.


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