I went through the closet again this weekend seeking to weed out pre-maternity clothes to make room for a lovely new crop of hand-me-down maternity clothes that I received last weekend. I found several items that fit at the moment, but I have the sense that they won’t fit much longer, so I took them off hangers and laid them in a pile with the thought “I’ll have to wear these in the next week or so and then box them up for later.” And then I joyously hung maternity clothes in their place.
One of the dresses I put in the “it fits for now” pile is a short (very short- especially me, woman with the legs that go on and on and on) plaid dress, with a high waist. This is a dress I didn’t wear for most of my time in Morecowsville as it is so short and because it is CUTE. I had to be so concerned with looking my age or older in order to be taken seriously as a pastor in this small town that cute things didn’t get worn save for vacation. I decided that this dress would be the first outfit I wore this week.
When I realized how “cute” I would be I decided to put my hair in pig tails, cause, heck, I don’t have to worry to about looking too young anymore. So that is exactly what I did. And I was feeling awfully cute as I walked to the bus stop this morning and I was thinking “I’m so glad that I’m the OLD student now, so I can afford to look young.”
And then a school bus pulled over, and the door opened, and the driver asked me if I was on my way to school. I laughed. “Uh, yes, but…” The driver blushed, smiled, and closed the door.
I laughed the rest of the way to the city bus stop.
Walking home from the bus stop, down our street, midday, a car pulled up next to me, the window rolled down and the man driving the car said “You over 18?” “Uh, yeah.” “Great. I’m taking a class in photography and I have to take pictures of different women, different complexions, you know, and I saw you walking when I was down at the pawn shop and thought you would be good. Could I take your picture?” Long pause from me as I try to process just what exactly I’m being asked, “Like here? Outside? Now?” “Yeah, right here, right now.” “Um… o.k.” So he stepped out of the car with a professional looking camera, asked me to look at him and smile, but be natural, snapped three shots, thanked me, and drove away.
What interesting bookends to this day.