Worn Stupid
originally posted: 04/25/02
Mother is referring to a decrepit piece of luggage that wobbles drunkenly
when pulled on its travel-weary wheels. She's been cleaning out the attic
storage space recently and came across this and many other old "treasures."
Among the finds:
- storybooks from my babyhood and my sister's, with our heights and
weights recorded in Mom's writing on the flyleaf
- Strawberry Shortcake dolls, their scents long faded except for the
maple syrup character, which always REEKED of artificial mapleness and
contributed to my lifelong antipathy toward that flavor
- Johnny West cowboy action figures, now considered semi-collectible
but probably too beat-up to fetch much on ebay
- Legos, with which I built scenes for my Star Trek action figures
('cuz I was a tomboy who claimed she didn't play with dolls); I recall that
at some point there was also a small plastic horse that roamed freely about
the Lego starship
- a cardboard assemble-it-yourself Kool-Aid stand bought with proofs
of purchase from actual Kool-Aid packages; it never made us much money
- dresses from big dances and small weddings
- the seed chart I made in 5th grade, which earned honorable mention
for creative use of glue
Mother is now faced with decisions about what to keep and what to toss and
what to make Sister-san and me store at our own houses. Tough job! I'd be
worn stupid myself after such an arduous trek down Memory Lane.
Or maybe "worn stupid" refers to some of the wardrobe choices I made in the
ninth grade. It would certainly fit.