So when i was in middle school i really wanted some guess jeans because they were so cool. We didn’t have money to buy guess jeans at christensen’s department store, but we did go to tijuana multiple times a year and my sister gabby was able to get a pair at the outlet(knockoff?) store there.
Gabby was a couple years older than me, so as a 7th grader i could almost wear her size.
I remember that the jeans were white, they were a little too small for my size, and they were slim-fit so they were way too small on me. I also remember the first time i wore them to school that a kid in band class who could afford guess jeans told me that the red label on guess jeans was for girls, and that the boy label was blue and green! Even though a few people like that band kid recognized me for who i was, most other kids didn’t so I was able to maintain the illusion.
I wore those skin-tight girl-cut uncomfortable easily-soiled jeans more than a couple times because of the little triangle label on the bum and the accepting nods that i received from kids i didn’t know that that triangle brought me.
I guess i’m thinking about this because we’re going to have a little boy soon and i hope that he’ll be able to be smart enough to know what’s really important and not have to go through those things that i did; or maybe i do want him to go through awkward things like that so that he can learn from them. Maybe that’s just part of growing up and part of the middle school experience.
I don’t know if that’s the best example but i’ve been thinking about things like this a lot lately. it’s a confusing stressful nervous time but it’s also an exciting happy time.
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Hi there! I'm Liz Stanley. Born and raised a New Yorker, plus a few newlywed years in charming Hoboken, I now live in the fairytale city of San Francisco with my husband and son. This blog is a collection of simple ideas for making your home and life more crafty and stylish. MORE >>>