Saturday, June 21, 2008
The Princess looks to high school
Yes, my 14 year old graduates from 8th grade this coming Wednesday. So in a respite from brief-writing this evening, I asked her what she wanted.
Kid: "You're gonna think I'm a geek"
Me: "Of course I am. You're my kid"
Kid: "I want a cloak."
Kid: "An old-fashioney Jane Austen or Christine Daae one."
Me: "Mmmm-kay....no ipod, no new cell phone, no cash....a cloak."
Kid: "Yes, mommy. I'm serious. Let's look on the internet."
So after an hour of shopping, we have ordered a reasonably priced reversible black/burgundy velvet cloak, as well as a Celtic maiden over dress and a billowy, bell sleeved white cotton chemise to go under it.
She is not Gothy, has never been to a Renaissance fair[e], is anything but morose or depressed....no, she just wants to sit in her garret (a la Jo March) on the 3rd floor and write poems, surreptitiously play with her dolls, sneak downstairs to watch Errol Flynn movies, and, as she put it, "enjoy the last summer of my childhood."
Interesting little creature...