Friday, May 7, 2010

mom’s high heels

I went shopping to find professional clothes. I don’t own any. I tried on black pencil skirts with button-up blouses and black blazers. I looked ridiculous and didn’t buy anything. New York & Company was having a 50% off sale and they always have business-appropriate apparel but as I stared at myself in the mirror I couldn’t help but feel like a kid playing dress up, sliding around in my mom’s pumps, hoping to grow into them soon.

and just for fun...

science
He keeps a shoebox next to his bed for newspaper clippings and pictures from magazines that he finds interesting. He writes on small pieces of paper in the middle of the night when he has an idea he will forget before morning. When he wakes up and looks through the box, he often doesn’t remember writing what he reads and usually can’t read his handwriting. The notes that he can decipher are gibberish. He spends the day trying to make sense of the messages he’s left for himself. Elephants hate science. He ponders without conclusion and goes to bed again.

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