Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Retroblog July 8, 1983

WARNING: This entry will discuss delicate feminine undergarments and female body parts. Men, read at your own risk.

Today is July 8, 1983 Time Bedtime

Today we finished all the chores Grandma wanted us to do. Yesterday we went swimming. I have gotten new clothes: shoes, shorts, bras, p.j.'s, slippers.

What fun.

Why is it when you are doing chores for Grandma or Grandpa -- or anyone BUT your parents -- you are more inclined to do them? Could it be the attraction of doing them in a semi-exotic locations? Could it have been the "foreign" nature of some of the chores, like feeding the chickens, running down the lane to fetch the mail, or putting clothes out on a line right near fields of sweet potatoes, soy beans, and/or cotton? Were these chores real, or invented to get three energetic cooped up "city" kids out of the house?

I can't believe I was so excited to go shopping. I HATE clothes shopping. I must have been much less body conscious at that age, or really excited that Mom deemed it time to buy bras. Seriously. Bras. Was I really this age when we started buying the bras? Did I really need them or just want them? I doubt these were really even bras -- more like the camisole/training variety that is more like an undershirt.

This is another instance of wanting to go back in time and tell yourself that there are years of struggles ahead with underwire, slipping straps, and wrong cup sizes. You want to warn yourself about failed flirtations with lace, demi-cups, push-ups and paddings, and flashy prints and colors. The older and wiser you will counsel that comfort and coverage is more important than all that stuff. Plus, she will tell you not to rush to want to grow something that will eventually have to have to be squished into X-ray machines or be potential risk factors.

Goodness child. How about we exchange my "wisdom" with your sense of fun about shopping and lack of body issues?

Deal?

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