Hey there trendsetter! Yes, I agree that growing up involves developing the confidence to make a statement and not fear the comments in response.

Tea soon with Jean sounds fabulous!
E.

So nice to see you and Jean here!

I have a funny story about UGGs. Years ago, before anyone really wore them in such large numbers, I was looking for a pair of boots at one of the discounted retailers. I saw a warm pair, marked half off and started wearing them. About two years later, people started commenting on my UGG boots, where did I get that sand color, etc. I got mine before it became a sign of conformity.

Honestly, I am still wearing the boots years and years later and didn’t realize I’d been swept into this teen craze. They keep my feet warm, unlike other boots.

It’s funny what you say about uniforms. If you told these girls they’d have to wear a uniform of uggs/fleece, they would probably scream, No!.

Think there’s a fear among the young to make their own statements. Those who do get a lot of comments. When you get older you don’t fear the comments as much. But it feels like death knells to the young.

That, I believe, comes from the way we school kids in these giant factories, where these sorts of fashion epidemics as the FB woman in your post mentions. If they were out and about in the world more during the day — something I advocate — they’d be exposed to more new ideas.

But that’s my peeve.

Fun post! See you for tea soon, maybe with Jean?

G.

As for my school memories, they’re from so long ago (I don’t want to be specific, but they’re from shortly after the Civil War) that I wouldn’t admit to them. Suffice it to say, I’d bet teenagers have been finding ways to create uniforms since the days of togas. I just hope the jeans-falling-off-the-butt fad is dying.

There is definitely something about a new reality that sheds perspective on your current situation and incites change. It’s all good though – without change and growth, we’d remain static.

Modern medical technology is fabulous…you are far from alone in the bionic realm. All those substitute parts don’t change you though, they just allow you to keep going. Like the Energizer bunny!

Mine eyes didn’t see the glory anymore either, but I’m (ahem) a few years beyond you OR bifocals. So thank God for cataract surgery. Between that and the other bits of artificial body parts I’ve had inserted, I’m on my way to being a bionic woman.

I wonder if it’s a coincidence I’m reinventing my website and blog too?