Random Acts of Rebellion
Back in the day when my momma used to dress me and shop for me, things were….
…regimented?
I would wake up, pick the first shirt “in line” and wear it and then when I came home, I’d put it on the hanger and put it at the “end of the line” and not wear it till its turn came again. (Did anyone else have to go through this?!!?)
I definitely didn’t wake up in the morning and stare at my closet, ruminating on what color I felt like being like I do these days (truthfully, it’s my favorite part of the day). And I certainly didn’t get excited about anything new because by the time I got around to wearing it, it wasn’t new anymore thanks to rule #5,094: as soon as you buy something new, it goes directly to the back of the line. Do not pass Go, Do not collect $200, and sure as hell Do not wear it.
What a shopping buzz kill!!
While my teens and early 20’s were marred with intense rebellion (are you really surprised?), as an adult, I have inevitably re-adopted several practices that were inculcated in me as a child - like baking and of course, the love of my life - teaching.
But sadly, not all of my habits have never fully returned to their original, anal state. Admittedly, I commit acts of closet rebellion on a regular basis…and I RELISH them.
Take today for example, when I got up after sweetly dreaming about the outfit I would wear to match my new purple-black-pink-gunmetal bracelet. And guess what I did? That’s right baby - I woke up, wore what I dreamt of, and smiled giddly as I slipped on my NEW bracelet that I bought YESTERDAY.
Oh the thrills…
