September 2009
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What I Wore
In my high school history class the teacher tried to explain to us the impact of JFK’s death. To a bunch of students, preoccupied with acne and concerned with the passing of notes in between classes, it was hard to imagine the nation being shaken to its core by a single event. Our teacher told us to go home that night and ask our parents where they were, what they were doing, and what they were...
August 2009
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Vintage
Aly and I are looking for a very specific dress. It was red and white polka dot with a scoop neck and thick straps. The problem is that it didn’t exist. We had searched every thrift store and vintage shop in the city- except one. It’s this great store we’ve gone too a couple times and has come to take almost a legendary spot in our minds, right alongside that certain Salvation Army off...
Down the Drain
Today I dropped my keys in the sewer. This is particularly ironic because my buddy, who was staying at my place two weeks earlier, left me a message one day in a panic after dropping my house keys in the sewer. However, her experience tipped me off to a soluation. I immediately called the people who came to her rescue- my next street over neighbors. Apparently one of them managed to pull the cover...