i know it’s kind of cliche to say this, but i honestly think my body was meant to live its coming-of-age years in the 70s.  stevie nicks, bob dylan, and joni mitchell speak to my soul in a way that calls me back to a time i never really knew.  but, alas, i am an 80s baby.

i love 1970s fashion as well. i recently bought some vintage patterns a while back. one of them is one my mom used when she was in school! probably my favorite 1970s item i’ve ever owned was a pair of my mom’s old levis. i used to wear them to school, tightly belted since they didn’t quite fit. they were too long on me, so i cuffed them about 4 inches. once, a girl at my school told me that another girl (a very popular one) had made a snide remark about my cuffed jeans. luckily for me, this first girl responded that she thought that was the new fashion because she saw it in the delia*s catalogue (which, in 10th grade in small-town ohio, was the pinnacle of trendiness). the jeans were soft, sturdy, and deep blue. you could really feel the verticle grain of the fabric. i lost track of the jeans sometime around late high school (maybe my sister has them?). i searched for quite awhile for a picture of them, but i have turned up nothing. i just think there’s not much better than a worn-in pair of jeans. i wish they would turn back up one day, but i’m not holding my breath.

don’t you hate it when that happens? those jeans aren’t the only beloved clothing item i’ve lost along the years. i used to have a really awesome black dress that worked for almost every occasion. i went to wear it one day, and it was just totally gone. i imagine i must have stuck it in a give-away bag by accident. it wouldn’t even fit me anymore, but i still secretly hope i’ll find it again.

losing things is so strange to me. where do they go? sometimes i wonder what it would be like to see a pile of all the things i have lost over the years. it wouldn’t surprise me if the pile of things i have lost is larger than the pile of things i currently own.