5. Red underpants
In junior high, a friend's cousin had a RED BRASSIERE. Whoa. I didn't know why a red bra was simultaneously fascinating and scary, but I knew it was too brazen for me to even consider. It took almost two decades for me to finally buy a red bra of my own, and even then I didn't want anything frilly or grossly Frederick's-y. Somehow, I lost the matching underpants in my move from Chicago to San Francisco. I fear they are decaying somewhere in a Nebraska Motel 6.
4. Koala bikini
As a child, I had a koala obsession. The photo albums are littered with photos of me hugging trees like a koala, wearing koala t-shirts, carrying around my stuffed koala teddy bear, and so on. When I was around five years old, I had a koala bikini. The top had googly-eyed koalas climbing the straps, which were made to look like vines. Ridiculous. I think it would be entertaining to still have this.
3. Various band t-shirts
I'm cheating here, but I wish I still had my Broken Hearts Are Blue shirt. It had a silk-screened print of this Johnny Marr photo, and it has deep sentimental value. Evan had it last and I'm guessing he burned it; the same goes for the Van Pelt tee that I miss. (Light blue, chopstick print, poly-cotton blend.) I also wish I had that great glow-in-the-dark Cold Cold Hearts tee, even though the band was not the best. And getting rid of this this too-small Indian Summer shirt was stupid.
2. Michigan Straight Edge t-shirt
We silk-screened these t-shirts in Andy's basement. They looked just like normal University of Michigan shirts, except instead of advertising our football allegiance or whatever, they said Michigan Straight Edge. Again, sentimental value and a reminder that making things yourself is more fun than buying stuff.
1. Bronze boots
When in Paris four years ago, I splurged on a pair of Repetto bronze ankle boots with a beautiful patina. They were the Kim Gordon of shoes. The longer I wore them, the more comfortable they became. They were hard to track down, because when I went to the Repetto boutique to find them, I said:
The shopgirl motioned to the wall of shoeboxes. "Oui, les boites sont la-bas," she said. Well, yes, I see the boxes, I thought. "Oui," I said. "Mais je cherche des boites..." and pieced together a few descriptions of the shoes I was looking for. She remained puzzled. And then she said, "Ah! Des bottes." My mistake! Boites is boxes. Bottes is boots. And now I know, and every time I'd put on those boots, I'd think of that day fondly. The heels are now worn-down and the soles have holes, but I cannot bear to get rid of them.
In junior high, a friend's cousin had a RED BRASSIERE. Whoa. I didn't know why a red bra was simultaneously fascinating and scary, but I knew it was too brazen for me to even consider. It took almost two decades for me to finally buy a red bra of my own, and even then I didn't want anything frilly or grossly Frederick's-y. Somehow, I lost the matching underpants in my move from Chicago to San Francisco. I fear they are decaying somewhere in a Nebraska Motel 6.
4. Koala bikini
As a child, I had a koala obsession. The photo albums are littered with photos of me hugging trees like a koala, wearing koala t-shirts, carrying around my stuffed koala teddy bear, and so on. When I was around five years old, I had a koala bikini. The top had googly-eyed koalas climbing the straps, which were made to look like vines. Ridiculous. I think it would be entertaining to still have this.
3. Various band t-shirts
I'm cheating here, but I wish I still had my Broken Hearts Are Blue shirt. It had a silk-screened print of this Johnny Marr photo, and it has deep sentimental value. Evan had it last and I'm guessing he burned it; the same goes for the Van Pelt tee that I miss. (Light blue, chopstick print, poly-cotton blend.) I also wish I had that great glow-in-the-dark Cold Cold Hearts tee, even though the band was not the best. And getting rid of this this too-small Indian Summer shirt was stupid.
2. Michigan Straight Edge t-shirt
We silk-screened these t-shirts in Andy's basement. They looked just like normal University of Michigan shirts, except instead of advertising our football allegiance or whatever, they said Michigan Straight Edge. Again, sentimental value and a reminder that making things yourself is more fun than buying stuff.
1. Bronze boots
When in Paris four years ago, I splurged on a pair of Repetto bronze ankle boots with a beautiful patina. They were the Kim Gordon of shoes. The longer I wore them, the more comfortable they became. They were hard to track down, because when I went to the Repetto boutique to find them, I said:
"Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle. Je cherche des petit boites comme ça, en coleur or."
The shopgirl motioned to the wall of shoeboxes. "Oui, les boites sont la-bas," she said. Well, yes, I see the boxes, I thought. "Oui," I said. "Mais je cherche des boites..." and pieced together a few descriptions of the shoes I was looking for. She remained puzzled. And then she said, "Ah! Des bottes." My mistake! Boites is boxes. Bottes is boots. And now I know, and every time I'd put on those boots, I'd think of that day fondly. The heels are now worn-down and the soles have holes, but I cannot bear to get rid of them.
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