Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Or, maybe I just wish I was this confident and cool...
can i help it if i laugh at her posts like i'm reading my own thoughts? minus all the true-fashion-awareness and the friends in high places, but with the same kind of weird-for-your-age-ideas and classic teenage speak. When I was 13, I wore collar shirts buttoned-up to the top button, wore my hair very short and had crushes on Anthony Perkins, Jack Nicholson and Jimmy Stewart. I watched re-uns of M*A*S*H and The Monkeys and wrote to my favorite authors in my free time....
She's 13! She's going to runway shows! She's writing a blog! She's creating a fashion movement!
Yeah, okay, so I was roller skating in the driveway wearing my dolphin shorts and a hand-me-down love is... sweatshirt, waiting for Allen Funt to show up and discover me.
I wasn't exactly Tavi.
But a grown-woman (who still feels about 13) can dream, can't she?