I’m a memory hoarder. I keep pretty much everything – cards, photos, ticket stubs, you name it. But the holding onto of clothes and shoes is my worst offense. Let’s take this jumper for example…it’s from high school. I guess I should be pretty stoked it still fits. I mean, I’m a good 25 pounds heavier than the Jenn of 1999. (Thank you tall genes that hide those pounds!) The Limited made quality shit back then unlike today, so it’s in great condition. But why on Earth do I still have it? And really, maybe the bigger question is quite honestly – How was my ass not hanging out of it back then?!
I guess while I continue to gravitate more and more towards the bohemian-esque attire of flowing sweaters, kimonos and bells, something like this jumper brings me back to my roots when I was nerdy, preppy and annoyingly super-overachievery. I get exhausted just remembering that girl. She did have a great work ethic. But I’m pretty sure she wasted that effort on things that just weren’t all that important. And she never would have paired it with some rock star leather pants and leopard print, no way – no how.
I think it’s good from time to time to remember who you are, where you came from, and how you’ve evolved. And maybe I keep these items around to do just that, to prove that you can take pieces of your life from a different time and fit them in here and there as you need them. Like today I could really use that list-making, anxiety-ridden chic from the 90’s. The day back to work after vacation is always brutal.
And I gotta give a shout-out to the hubby for his photography. Terrible hotel lighting, a camera lens that decided to stop focusing, mas amounts of vino and drinkys and dealing with a demanding subject that must critique every photo after it’s been taken (see, that 1990’s version of myself is still in there!)…he does a dang good job!
“And sometimes even now, when I’m feeling lonely and beat
I drift back in time and I find my feet
Down on Mainstreet”