Making memories you might regret
March 22, 2012 2 Comments
This past weekend my house was overrun with teenage girls. I don’t mind really. They’re all just visiting. They were also going to a party since it was St. Patrick’s day. Lots of giggles and silliness from all and lots of conversations about who was going to be at the party, (including a parent-type person) and rules around drinking and negotiated ‘home’ time.
Somewhere during our travels and while the girls were getting ready to leave, the girls and I started telling funny teenager stories and I told them about one or two involving oldest girl-child. Buddy-child says that it’s not really fair because she doesn’t have any stupid teenage stories to tell me later because I already know everything.
Meanwhile, she’s standing there in fluorescent lime green tights, with short, frayed jean shorts over top; a cropped lacy / crocheted white top covering a green sports-bra type thing with glittery green nail polish, a green bandana-type something wrapped around her head like a head band and plastic shiny green beads around her neck. While she puts on black suede high heeled ankle boots.
This kids maybe 5 feet tall.
I can’t help but comment on these lovely florescent tights. She smiles and tells me she bought them for retro day. When I state that I don’t recall the 70s as ever being that fluorescent shade of lime green she says that her generation thinks we were and that’s all that matters.
We’re getting ready to go and I can’t help but tell her that she kind of looks like a leprechaun. She smiles and says “I know”.
Good thing she’s not doing anything that would require her to tell stories later on in life…
I made them take photos before they left.