Day 29

When she had saved enough money from her paycheck, Julie's mother took her clothes shopping. They went to Johnston's department store, a large family-owned business that carried everything from pots and pans to pajamas and formal dresses. At 10, Julie wasn't particularly into fashion, but she understood that clothes from Johnston's were not something one admitted to wearing. The girls in her class had started wearing shirts with sparkly slogans or shorts with words emblazoned on the behind from H&M or Abercrombie Kids. Julie was sure that there was nothing like that at Johnston's, but she had a plan to look.

Julie's mother kept the list of items that they needed. It was spring and Julie had outgrown all of her shorts and a number of t-shirts, many of which she had had since she was seven. They went directly to the girls' clothing section and began to look through the circular racks. As she flipped through the clothes, Julie remembered how she had loved hiding inside the racks when she was younger. While sitting at the center of the racks, surrounded by clothes she had considered to be beautiful, she would pretend that each item was actually from her own closet, and that she was sitting at the center of her walk-in closet.

[This entry will be super short, because it is now 1:00 am and I am feeling far from coherent due to lack of sleep. My goal with this blog was to make sure I was doing some writing every day, even if it was brief, and this certainly qualifies. If any of the above makes sense to me after I've gotten my five hours of sleep tonight, I will continue the story that I had in mind. But since I've now fallen asleep at least four times while writing this explanation, I will sign off for tonight!]