1. When a fire alarm goes off in this apartment complex, it goes off in the whole building. Not only that, but every time this happens the fire department, police, and ambulances all come rushing in with their sirens on. Definitely an added incentive to not burn dinner.
2. It seems like people here are ALWAYS dressed nice. Different from Provo where I didn't feel at all bad showing up at the park in sweat pants. One of my upstairs neighbors had been in labor for about 18 hours. I saw her take out her trash, and she was dressed cute and had done her hair. Who does that?
3. I don't know how Dorothy picked this up. She has three cotton summery floral dresses, two gifts from Aunt Angie and one I bought. She ONLY wants to wear those three dresses and throws a fit to high heaven if I try to put her in pants.
Not only that, but it's been cold here lately, and all she has is sandals. So, I took her to a shoe store yesterday to try to get some warm Nikes or something. I found a cute little silver pair with a pink swoosh on the side. Not overly girly, on sale and cute. She would not even let me put them on her. I could have pushed it more, but tantrums are kinda embarrassing in a big store. Meanwhile, she was begging me to help her put on pink sparkly jelly sandals and little girly mary-janes, and LITTLE PUMPS for girls (can you believe they make little pumps for a girl her size?!!!) Where did this come from? Yeah, I'm girly, but not THAT girly.
Though, maybe she got my genetics somehow. When I was little, I had a dress that I LOVED because I thought it made me look like a princess. So, I wore it every day. Or almost every day. There was a nice Mom who carpooled to preschool who asked me one day why I wore the same dress all the time. Instead of responding honestly, that I had lots of cute pants outfits at home that my Mom was constantly begging me to wear, I thought it would sound romantic and princess-like if I sounded like Cinderella, or the poor girl who grows up to discover she's a princess. So I replied, "This is the only dress I have."
Needless to say, there was an anonymously donated box of clothes on our porch the next day. My Mom was mortified. Maybe I passed that on to Dorothy somehow? My kharmic retribution for what I put my Mom through? The world may never know...
3 comments:
You probably don't even remember who I am, but I happened upon your post and just LOVE the story about when you were little with your dress. Too funny. I just love what toddlers say sometimes!
So funny - Somehow I don't remember the box of dresses being left on the doorstep or being mortified- We always loved hand me downs though- as your dad was in school for the first decade plus of our marriage. Memory is a funny thing - especially when now "some-timers" as opposed to alheimers is already setting in!!!!
another funny association - My grandmother Clark always sent me the most off the wall - bizare clothes -And even had to wear them on occasion . Now already - I am out of style with the Dorothy wardrobe whims.
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