Take On Me by A-ha.
Epic music video!
I will add this song to my slowly building Spotify playlist for 80’s music: Secret (1980’s). Click to go to the link.
I rarely listen to music from the 80’s as I grew up listening to it a lot in the day. I am being very selective with songs added.
Heard Take On Me today, September 14, 2017, in Tune Of The Day Facebook Group.
I really enjoy sharing music there.
A lot of lighthearted banter.
Someone commented about “Jordache Jeans”.
Pushed a couple of memory buttons for me:
I purchased a pair of Jordache jeans.
A trophy for me.
My mom had a strict dress code.
I was not allowed to wear jeans to school.
Lots of comments grade 4-6 about my stylin’.
I was very resistant to my inauthentic clothing choices.
I was so happy once I was able to start wearing jeans.
Seems I never got over that joy.
I. Love. Wearing jeans. To this day.
Today Guess and Diesel are more my brands. I own quite a variety.
I play around buying different colors.
But blue jeans really do it best.
Dark. Distressed. Light.
I do have a beloved collection of jean-styles:
white uniquely zippered pair!
For dress up: felty beige and red, sheeny dark grey, purple. All 5 pocket. Handy for phone in back pocket and little treasures in the front.
Whenever I try to expand my style, it does not feel authentic.
Jean stylin’s rule my wardrobe.
Just an old wound playing out from the past? Perhaps …
I once read that men were polled about what is sexiest on a woman. The result: tight jeans. No wonder my mom wanted to forbid it. Haha …
(For men: suits. Some appeal for me in the past. Today: authentic dressing is the boss.)
Positive feedback caught my ears over the years.
Junior High- I was full grown in grade 8. Athletic and flaunting it.
Medical school – I learned years later that there were polls taken about which female med student was “the sexiest”. There were 2 camps. One was me!
I was so oblivious to this at the time.
So funny when it came to my attention eventually. Via a variety of sources.
We are strange creatures. Tee hee.
Which leads me to another memory:
I shoplifted a pair of Jordache jeans.
Wear baggy jeans into store.
Leave with the tight Jordaches underneath.
Not as much theft-prevention technology in those days. 1980/81.
Was attached to money at that time in my life.
Quite a crew of us girls in St. Albert were on a shoplifting kick.
Quite a variety of goods.
Some were more make-up & hairstyling devices.
I was clothing, bathing suits and sunglasses.
We all were caught eventually in different ways.
I was charged with “fraud”.
Changing the price tag on a pair of sunglasses. Meant for my friend.
My framing of it was funny.
Not as bad as stealing. The goods were not for me so … haha.
Just giving my friend a “sale price” under the watchful eye of the store detective seeming as a fellow shopper right beside us. I was impatient as I needed to get home to celebrate my Dad’s Birthday.
I ended up going to court and receiving an “admonishment”. Where I was surprised to learn the charge was mine. My friend was only “an accomplice”.
My mom was a law student at the time. Adding insult to injury.
My parents felt the experience was all the punishment I needed.
It ended my criminal career.
I was grateful for keeping the secret of how many stolen goods were in my friend & I’s possession at the time of the charges.
I told my mom 30 years later.
She was shocked. And dismayed.
My friend, soon after ex-friend, continued her career. Not getting caught though.
Thinking patterns can change …
The moment we choose to change them.