Sunday, September 27, 2009
I have a few confessions to make now that I no longer live in NYC nor work in the fashion industry surrounded by hipsters who spent their angst-ridden rebellious youths as artists, pubescent rockers, chain smoking poets and fashion nymphs.
I was a small town cheerleader and a baton twirler in high school. And I wore saddle shoes.
I wish I kept them. Because they are in style now. (Urban Outfitters is selling them.)
What remains in mom's attic are my batons. I have already tried to impress Georgia twirling a broomstick. And after she went to bed tonight I reminisced with this video on youtube. Brazil doesn't have cheerleaders nor baton twirlers so I'm hoping Georgia will be an artist (just not rebellious).