My childhood friend, Caroline, and I used to make skirts for our paper dolls out of hollyhock flowers. It was fun and frivolous to play like this. I couldn’t have done it at home. Now there are days like today when I feel frivolous just doing things I need to do.
I needed underwear…that important stuff that structures you under the outerwear. I wandered over to Ross on this Senior day. Imagine finding two pair of under pants from Jones of New York. Microfiber too. My friend Janey used to prefer plain, white, cotton underpants. She would even argue with me about it. Now that she is dead, I can say I think that foolish. Even if you are forced to wear boring and utilitarian things on the outside, why not be a bit frivolous and adventuresome on the inside.
Bra’s need to be comfortable as well as adventuresome. What a terrible struggle I had today in the Ross dressing room getting them on over my heatwave sweat. You would have laughed at me. The label on a bra may say it’s the right size, but with my shoulders I couldn’t wiggle most of them around me nor reach in back to latch them. Playtex may say it crosses the heart but not my heart. Delta Burke’s idea of size isn’t mine. Ya gotta have stretch may be a song, but not in most bra makers heads.
I came home with my hollyhock bra, an Olga.