The school run is bringing out my nostalgic side. Mid length pleated skirts and neat knitwear? Yes please. If only I'd been this cool at school.
There's something about the classic school girl look, that is just so terribly appealing. I don't mean the pigtails, mini skirts and shortened tie variety that you wear to 'school disco' events (ugh, please do not attend one of these events, ever); I mean the good girl pleats, neat knitwear and letterman jackets of an American 50s high school. There's just something about a nipped in waist and conical shaped boob, that makes you feel you are part of a simpler time. Maybe its being on the school run more than usual, or its the comfort that comes with a look that is as pure nostalgia as charging up and down your bedroom singing the Grease soundtrack into your hairbrush. Its an easy, uncomplicated joy, from a time when anything seemed possible. Clothes do that for me. They transport me to other times and places.
Maybe I've watched Lean On Me and Dead Poets Society one too many times, and am imagining myself being saluted from the top of a table with an 'Oh Captain, my Captain' whilst dressed head to toe in Celine.
Teach me, baby
At the moment, the appeal of the letterman jacket is in a thought about teaching. Its something thats always been in the back of my head, but there never seemed like there was a good time to explore it. It might be just a little sentimental. Maybe I've watched Lean On Me and Dead Poets Society one too many times, and am imagining myself being saluted from the top of a table with an 'Oh Captain, my Captain' whilst dressed head to toe in Celine. I know this is unlikely to happen, but there's something rather romantic about the notion of being able to shape young minds and change the way they perceive the world. I mean, I can't shape the minds of my own children beyond instilling in them a higher than average taste level in music (the Spice Girls rock, The Beatles were the best band in the world), but perhaps I'll be more successful with 'other people's children'. Probably tomorrow this will seem like a less appealing idea, but for now, I am enjoying robing my letterman jacket and pretending Small has the remotest interest in anything I have to say.