Sunday, August 21, 2011
I was to wear my Sunday best, even though I had serious issues with a few of my garments and other items I might refer to today as accessories. The black buckled boots for rainy mornings and the little English riding cap that the parents thought was so cute and beneficial, were banes of my existence on that 7th day at church. I always wore a tie, but that was no problem. After all, in a few short years, I'd spend four years wearing them in high school. And then there was the winter coat. Where or where did they find that? It was a puky brown color with some type of fur collar. I drove them crazy by demanding to wear it collar up to try to disguise it. Hey Mom, Dad, I'm trying to get girls here! Yes, even at church. Some nights, I still wake up in a cold sweat thinking I've got to find that black footwear. Fast forward to today... why oh why I'm I fixated on Project Runway, that fashion design show? Ok, take Heidi Klum out of the equation, and why, why, why?