You know how people have experiences by which they measure all other experiences? My measure is a teal leopard print cat bathing suit with a ruffle around the waist (you know, for decoration). It was the mid 80’s, I was 10 and felt like the coolest cat that summer with the green eyes that pierced the center of the whiskered face right in the middle of my stomach. I loved that bathing suit. And it was teal. And leopard print. And had a cat’s face. And a ruffle around the waste. And I want to cry I feel so sad for myself when I think that I wore it.
And now, I have a son who loves neon. And I just bought him sneakers that are so ugly it makes me want to cry. They are red and white and black and to me look a cross between bowling shoes and golf shoes. But he loves them – ran to them in the store – had to wear them out of the store and to the car. I see him looking down and admiring them. I see in his eyes adoration and a glimmer of what it feels like to possess something you truly love.
Which makes me think of the cat bathing suit. And how I rocked it.
And I look at the ugly sneakers. And his smiling face. And I smile too.
What is your “measure” item from way back when?