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Friday, January 27, 2012

EOD Transitions: Attire, Questions and Answers

Q 1: It seems to me that black is a pretty somber color for a little girl to like or was it just that the shirt matched the pants that attracted you to this outfit?

A: Yes, I think that you have guessed right… it was that it matched more than anything else. All that black and white from toes to neck and in-between with that white belt on the black waistline. Normally, though, I liked very vibrant colors, as I do now. Any shade of purple was my favorite.

Q 2: Was your taste in fashion more along the “sporty” style than the ruffles and lace?

A: Not at all, though you might have thought so from my love of any play needing a ball of any size or shape! I loved ruffles, lace and bows—and I still do. I also liked pink, which my friends who prefer more sporty fashions do not normally like. The love of pants had a lot more to do with the convenience and comfort than a fashion preference.

Q 3: Did the dress code in your school system ever change?

A: Yes, thankfully for all of those little girls who had to wear skirts and dresses in such bitter cold weather. Unfortunately for me, it happened a couple of years after I graduated from high school so my entire twelve years of public education were accomplished in a skirt or dress! College/university years were quite another thing, however. Blue bell-bottom jeans and a tee shirt or flannel shirt was the “uniform.”

Q 4: In Lifecycles: The End you mentioned attending the funeral service of your next door neighbor. What did you learn about death during that experience, since you did not mention that she had been sick and the implication was that she had died of old age?

A: Hmm, that is a good question. I think that the answer would be quite simply that I learned that one day everyone will get old enough that they will need to “rest from life”, or die, even if they are not sick. The practical working out of this lesson came soon after the funeral when I was extremely worried about my fifteen-year-old babysitter. As I told my mother, “But, she is already fifteen; really, Mom, how much longer can she live?”

****Have a good weekend!

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