My sister and I were talking about this subject this weekend. She got sucked in the vortex at Rite Aid and I made the mistake of going to Staples. I still get the urge to go like a lemming and buy school supplies at this time of year. What is it about the siren song of a new box of crayons, a new pencil box and pencil sharpener, new Peechee folders and a new eraser that reduces me to an absolutely delighted 6 year old?
I hated the clothes and hair portion of the expeditions. I used to end up with too short hair and clothes I would grow(?) into but never did. I was still wearing a 6X in sixth grade and I would have room for a family of four in my clothes in the hopes that I would grow. I did finally but not til Junior High before that I was a skinny midget. Then I became a skinny giant.
I had to wear shoes with special braces and they only fit on saddle shoes but I learned not to complain after I did and Mom indulged in a rather hidious art project and dyed them royal blue. Yeah that was a fashion forward look, NOT! SHe was so proud of making them not look like saddle shoes but they were just gross. Mom had no fashion sense and buying clothes could be traumatic. Like my first day of Jumior Hi dress, an Olive green gingham shirtwaist dress with bright orange tie and brown saddle shoes. I hate olive green and I look terrible in it. My Mom loved it.
I, being me, wanted to wear black and look mysterious, mind you this was in the 60’s in the decade after the Beat poets and before Goth.