Before Rock Camp, T told her mother she needed new clothes, that she needed some outfits that went along with a “New York City, rock and roll lifestyle” (her words). Apparently her existing wardrobe is too colorful. “Rock people where more black and gray.” Yeah. This, of course, made for a great story to tell my friends, but it also got me thinking … and worrying.
Insofar as I happen to live in New York City, I have a “New York City lifestyle,” but it seems unlikely that my life in any way lives up to what T thinks about when she imagines the New York lifestyle. No livin’ la vida loca over ’round my way. Too busy with teh working and sleeping. And I thought how sad it would be to have that illusion of myself as the cool New York City aunt shattered by her discovery of my unbelievably boring life … to say nothing of my plain-Jane wardrobe.
How silly of me. T is nine years old, after all. Anything we do is cool because — hello! — we’re doing it here, in New York City! What was I thinking? Why was I worried?
Sunday we rode the subway into Manhattan — cool! We had lunch at a diner — cool! Then it was over to University Place for bowling — cool! Then it was back to the subway, where we saw a guy with a surf board — cool! We came back to Brooklyn for an electric green pedicure and a metallic navy manicure — cool! (I had an ultra-dull, invisible pink manicure, thank you.) Then it was home for an evening with G&G, my landlords’ wonderful daughters — unspeakably cool! They doused each other with the hose in the back yard, played hide and seek, sang along to songs the older G played on the piano (my favorite was hearing all the kids belt out I’m a Believer with enough gusto to put Eddie Murphy and the Monkees to shame). We had dinner upstairs — cool! And then it was off to bed.
And my wardrobe? Aside from the fact that I wore a hot pink shirt yesterday (pink is, if you didn’t know, ‘evil’), everything I’ve put on has received the T seal of approval. White dashiki-style top with ombre pink embroidery? Beautiful. White gauze sleeveless top with silver embroidery? So pretty. Orange peasant-style t-shirt? Cute and fun.
So glad I pass muster. And, too, glad my glam-life image is firmly in tact.
Yes, you knew this was coming: