Another topic for therapy
Last night my mom and dad went a huge 60s themed birthday party downtown. They had to dress in costume which I thought was cute until my dad ran off enthusiastically to get dressed - he was determined to put on all of the horrific clothing we fought with him to throw away. He was excited to show their usefulness.
First, he emerged wearing a strange orange tunic type shirt - he claims my grandfather gave it to him. I claim its canvas material is fire repellent.
I said, “Yeah that looks pretty sixties. Good job, but what are you going to wear as pants? You can’t wear those jeans.”
“I don’t know. I really need some bell bottoms, that would be perfect!” he replied.
“No, you don’t. Don’t ever say those words again. What about your cordoroys?”
“No, that was more 50s. Ooh, you know what would be perfect. They are flared at the bottoms and they are perfect 60s…..”
“DON’T say it….”
“…My brown leather pants are exactly what I need!!”
“Oh dear Lord.”
Dad hurriedly runs to his closet and reaches toward the waaaaay back where he finds the subject of many family arguments and inside jokes. The leather pants are the gold star of “clothes we insisted he get rid of and he said would come in handy.”
They are tight, they are brown, they are leather
And I must admit, he looked very 60s. He went to show mom who helped the situation by saying, “Oh My God! Wow! You should wear your puka shell necklace!”
His what?
Again, dad hurries back to his room and digs through the very bottom of the drawer. Apparently, he is onto the fact that we throw things out when he isn’t around and has turned to hiding things like I used to hide chewing gum when I had braces.
The puka shells were found. They were put on.
“Linds, I never thought I’d say these words, but can you help me with my necklace?”
I took a picture to send to my sister - I could not bear these sights alone. He looked very…it was..um, I just never thought I’d…he was…wow.
Mom’s costume was far easier. She actually was oufitted by a top and jewelry I owned. Separately, she could’ve been a hip mom who happened to tie a scarf around her head. Alongside my father, she was something else entirely.
so it appears in the ongoing debate:
Leather pants: 1 de Castrique women: 0
Posted on August 19th, 2007 by Lindsay
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8 blogs in a row. count ‘em.
Eight posts in a row.
What no posting of the photo? Or has an injunction been issued?
It was a camera phone. I don’t know how to make a photo from a phone appear on a computer. Mel now has the picture on her phone which is much nicer than mine. If she takes a break from shmoozing with the ritzy French of NYC, maybe she can make it happen.