On Tuesday, over at From Fact to Fiction, I wrote about visiting my old writing, and alluded to the fact that I also “visit” my skinny clothes. Since I’m confessing all of my little quirks these days, visiting my skinny clothes is among my most challenging. It goes along with the “and lose weight” resolution that I tack on to the end of my list of New Year’s resolutions each year. If I get rid of these skinny clothes, it would be like giving up, and I don’t like to give up.
So, I keep all of my skinny clothes from the 80’s hidden in my laundry room, and ‘visit’ them periodically. The boys know if they see my skinny clothes spread out on the bed, that it might be a good time to disappear, I might be a little weepy, I could be angry (at myself not them) or horror of horrors….I could get nostalgic….and then they’d have to hear the stories about when and where I may have worn some of those old skinny clothes I still have!!
Keep in mind that when I actually wore those ‘skinny’ clothes…they were my fat clothes. These are clothes that I still have from after I gave birth to my oldest son, Gerrod. But boy I’d love to be that ‘fat’ now!!!
Over the years these clothes have moved with me from Riverside to Orange County, from Los Angeles to Wyoming, and from Wyoming back to Los Angeles again. At this point they are classified as Vintage Clothing, and I could probably sell some of them on ebay and make a few bucks, but that isn’t likely to happen soon.
In the 80’s I loved U2, The Pet Shop Boys, Tears for Fears and Final Net for my big 80’s hair. I wore pleated skirts and suits with pencil skirts that were calf length or just below my knee, like Diane Keaton in Baby Boom. I loved Madonna, but didn’t have the guts to wear the tulle and fishnet stockings, or bustier tops that she made so popular here in L.A.. I rarely wore pants, and lived in high heels, in fact I didn’t know that I was short until I had babies and those heels were no longer practical.
The cool thing about my ‘skinny’ clothes, is that for the most part, they are so classic in style that if I were ever to get that small again…..they would still be in style. Of course, my clothes are merely vintage, and I may be considered antique!!
So I keep the skinny clothes as a reminder that I once was “that small” which means I could be again, as motivation to keep trying and never give up…..and at the worst, as play clothes for my future granddaughters to play dress up in…I have three sons…I should get a granddaughter of one of them right??? (Keep in mind, that’s exactly what my father-in-law thought when his three sons grew up!!)
So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go visit my skinny clothes, then I’m going to figure out how to use the Zumba thingy my hunky hubby gave me when he bought that Wii for me at Christmas….anyone know how to use a Wii??