MEMORY: Last week July 2011

Me: "Can we snuggle?"

Him: "Anything is possible."

Okay, okay, so I confess his reply was an answer for another one of my questions. I just typed too many questions and he was a little delayed in responding. 

Still so sweet.

Movies I'm excited about...

Love Etc.

50/50

The Dream of a Dress

My close friend has been after this dress since December or January. She has admired it from Anthropologie's window displays, enviously spied it on women who were able to pay the full price of $168, and even tried it on to find it fit like a glove and a perfect match for her complexion. 

Well, when this dress hit sale, she finally took the plunge and ordered it (using a giftcard to boot) hoping this good deal of a dress would finally be her dream come true.

I'm sad to report that her dress arrived damaged without any buttons. Moreover, she told me that after a 7-month hunt for this dress, she may be done with it. Her dream, the vision of this dress, may be over. I, of course, was sad to hear that but could understand. Sometimes, when a dress is to die for, so is the search for it at the right price and in the right condition.

:(

I saw a woman wearing this Gull Wing Dress today in a cafe and she looked splendid. She was tan and flirty with her wavy hair casually tied into a loose pony tail -- the definition of summer with her dream of a perfect dress realized. 

Poissons relaxing over 4th of July

Clearly, my dog is adorable.

MEMORY: First bra fitting

I remember going into Victoria's Secret when I began sprouting...up top. I was probably 13 or so, can't really remember. But it was a wintery night and I was wearing 3 layers of clothing including a thick red fleece jacket. I was too embarrassed to take off my clothing and when the young saleswoman measured me with the pink VS measuring tape that hung around her neck, I felt so uncomfortable! The agony of the moment was amplified by the fact that it was right on the sales floor (not in a private dressing room) where all the other employees and shoppers could see. What's worse is that the naive saleswoman clearly was incompetent at measuring bra sizes/should have known that it's impossible to get an accurate measure when the customer has 3 winter layers on. Anyway, what's worse is that she said I was a 36A. Meaty around the middle with barely existent cups. Bah.

MEMORY: October 2010

Me: "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Him: "I am in love with you...madly in love."

memories

My close friend has been blogging about her memories in an effort not to forget them.  Her blog entries have inspired me to blog about my own instances that I either cannot or do not want to forget.

Overtime, memories become warped and start ebbing away from the memory catalogs of the brain. I also believe that photographs depicting the day or the event can often distort our memories. For example, a stressful day during childhood could be getting on stage during a piano recital and performing from memory in front of two hundred people including peers and parents. Memories preserving emotions from the day include feeling very nervous, anxious, yet optimistic about a flawless performance. However, one of the eager beaver parents at the recital hall suddenly affronts you with an order to "SAY CHEESE!" and a camera in your face. Now, ten years later as you thumb through pictures from that day, you may think that that piano recital was no big deal and that you must have been without a care in the world as evinced by your toothy grin. So in my opinion, dependent on the situation, pictures can either preserve memories or fuel dissolution of memories.

So here begins a pledge to try to document these special occasions and hard-to-forget instances.

Although my memories will probably end up being in random order, I'm going to try to blog about my most recent first and move backward through teenage-hood and toward childhood.