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The Dress Code

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

Several times, in fact. Having inherited my maternal family’s fashion instincts, I’m a rebel. But I must warn you, only the first time was unintentional. All of the rest were intentional.

I’m sure it all started when I was a toddler and my mom made me dresses that made all the other toddlers envious.

Check out these patent leather Mary Janes, OK? ‘Nuff said.

And it continued from there. In high school, I had all the latest fashions. I regularly wore crop tops with leggings and high boots. I created my own signature style. I remember distinctly one day I wore a crocheted white crop top sweater over a crop top tank with jeans. I was sent to the principal’s office by a teacher. She wasn’t even my teacher. She was a teacher standing in the hall, looking me up and down disapprovingly. She told me I should go into my classroom and get my things and go immediately to the principal‘s office. I walked into my classroom and I told everyone what just happened.

I ended up in the vice principal‘s office. I sat in the chair across from her desk, and she asked me if I knew what I had done wrong. I said no. She said my outfit was inappropriate. I asked why. She said my stomach is showing. I have a 23-inch waist, and the styles were meant to show off your waist. Just like they are now. Fashion always comes back around again. Remember that. (I didn’t say that but that’s what I was thinking.) She said she was going to call my mother at work. She asked me what her phone number was. First of all, they should have that on file. Secondly, I started to giggle. She didn’t like that. I told her to call my mom, but my mom had bought the outfit. for me, so… She didn’t like that either. I told her the number and I waited for her to call my mother.

“Yes, ma’am, do you know what your daughter is wearing to school today?

Yes, it is a white sweater that is cropped and showing her belly.

I see. Well, she can’t wear this. She has to go home and change.”

She hung up the phone. “Your mother said she bought that for you and she thought you looked very nice in it this morning when you left the house.”

I smirked.

“You can’t wear that. You have to go home and change, and then you have to come right back.”

I went back to my classroom pissed off. I got there and I told everyone what happened. “She says I have to go home and change and then come back.” My peers thought that was ridiculous. Some of them were hiding crop tops underneath their jean jackets.

I walked home, which was pretty far considering I took the bus to school. I don’t know what I put on, but it wasn’t as nice as what I had on when I left the first time. I did end up walking back to school. I didn’t cut class.

That was the first documented occasion of a dress code offense.

I’ve had several more at work places. I do not apologize for it. If they want me to change my clothes, I will. But I will always try to be fashionable first.

One time, I had a cute plaid jumper short set. I wish I would’ve kept that outfit. But anyway, I wore that to the job that I had while I was in college. All the ladies in the kitchen design department were up in arms. I was violating the code, my boss and owner of the store at the time told me. I said, “I can’t help it, I have to be fashionable.” He didn’t make me go home and change, but I dressed slightly more boring after that.

A couple years later, I graduated with a major in fashion and a minor in theater/costuming. No one is going to take away my fashion. My mother encouraged me to dress uniquely and fashionably while living on a budget. She set the example, I’m just following. It’s a form of art expression. And I’ll never give it up.

There is a famous saying by Coco Chanel: “I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.” One year for my birthday, my former manager at my current job bought me a journal with that saying on the cover. I’ve used up the entire journal, but I saved the hard-bound part with the saying on it. I have it on display in my house.

This how I break the law (un)intentionally and I am not about to stop.

Fashion and sass, that’s what little girls are made of.

©️2024, itsamyisaid.com

daily prompt

We Are Closed

What were your parents doing at your age?

What kind of question is this? Some people don’t have parents. I mean, they were born, and they don’t know who their parents are. This question assumes a great deal: that people have “normal” familial ties.

One of my parents was raising me, the other was not.

And that concludes my answer to today’s prompt.

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Our House

Write about your dream home.

I close my eyes at night and I see it: the house of my dreams. I open my eyes in the morning, and I see it: the house of my dreams.

This prompt didn’t invoke my writing reflex, rather a reflective state of mind. A punctuation in time where a song and a photo have collided.

Kitty and Bowsie looking at the backyard

The song:

Our House

Song by David Crosby, Graham Nash, and Stephen Stills

I’ll light the fire, you place the flowers

In the vase that you bought today

Staring at the fire for hours and hours

While I listen to you play your love songs

All night long for me, only for me

Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes

Everything is done

Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated

By the evening sunshine through them

Fiery gems for you, only for you

Our house, is a very, very, very fine house

With two cats in the yard

Life used to be so hard

Now everything is easy ’cause of you

And now…

Now everything is easy ’cause of you

And now…

I’ll light the fire, while you place the flowers

In the vase that you bought today

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Graham Nash

Our House lyrics © Nash Notes

daily prompt

Chocolat

What’s your favorite candy?

Milk chocolate

Is this your favorite?

No

too sweet

White chocolate

Is this your favorite?

No

It is imposter chocolate

Dark chocolate

Is this your favorite?

* in the film Chocolat, Johnny Depp’s character’s favorite chocolate is hot chocolate. But that is a film, and although hot chocolate is delicious, it is not my favorite, and it is not candy. Give me a high-quality 70% or higher dark chocolate, and I am a happy girl. Nothing against Hershey’s, but Special Dark is not special. There’s too much sugar, and it is not smooth. Belgian chocolate is the absolute best.

And as a reminder, cacao pods grow from the trunk of the Theobroma cacao tree, and cocoa comes from the seed inside the pod. Seems that no one can agree if it’s a fruit, vegetable or a nut. Just remember this: it is health food.

Two songs came to mind while I was thinking of a response to this prompt. One was Candy Girl by New Edition – a the happy little bop that I know by heart.

The second song was Under the Milky Way by The Church. This is one of my favorite songs, and it has been since it was released. I am not sure why, but I can get lost in the smoothness of that song. See what I did there? Smoothness? Milky Way?

Have a sweet day, everyone.

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,
Sound of their breath fades with the light.
I think about the loveless fascination,
Under the milky way tonight.

Lower the curtain down in Memphis,
Lower the curtain down all right.
I got no time for private consultation,
Under the milky way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might’ve known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might’ve known what you would find.

And it’s something quite peculiar,
Something shimmering and white.
It leads you here despite your destination,
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might’ve known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might’ve known what you would find.

And it’s something quite peculiar,
Something shimmering and white.
Leads you here despite your destination,
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might’ve known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might’ve known what you would find.

Under the Milky Way tonight…

Under the Milky Way tonight…

Under the Milky Way tonight…


Under The Milky Way

The Church

Album Starfish

Year 1988

daily prompt

It’s Not the Wheel

The most important invention in your lifetime is…

I’m going to be a rebel. I choose migraine medications, Post It notes, the MRI machine and The Walkman.

Song I thought of while trying to come up with a response to this prompt:

She Blinded Me With Science – Thomas Dolby

It’s poetry in motion

She turned her tender eyes to me

As deep as any ocean

As sweet as any harmony

Mm, but she blinded me with science

She blinded me with science

And failed me in biology, yeah-yeah

Now-uh, huh-huh

When I’m dancing close to her

Blinding me with science, science

Science

I can smell the chemicals

Blinding me with science, science

Science

Science

Mm no, but it’s poetry in motion

And when she turned her eyes to me

As deep as any ocean

As sweet as any harmony

She blinded me with science

She blinded me with science

And failed me in geometry

When she’s dancing next to me

Blinding me with science, science

Science

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

I can hear machinery

Blinding me with science, science

Science

Huh, it’s poetry in motion

And now she’s making love to me

The spheres are in commotion

The elements in harmony

She blinded me with science

She blinded me with science

And hit me with technology

Good heavens Miss Sakamoto, you’re beautiful

I, I don’t believe it

There she goes again

She’s tidied up and I can’t find anything

All my tubes and wires

Careful notes

And antiquated notions

But, it’s poetry in motion

And when she turned her eyes to me

As deep as any ocean

As sweet as any harmony

Uh, she’s blinding me with science

She blinded me with science

She blinded me with

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jonathan Kerr / Thomas Dolby

She Blinded Me With Science lyrics © Word Collections Publishing