I have neglected my blog since August. Sincerely apologies on that dear readers! On one hand, I have loaned my camera out to my son for a photojournalism class he's taking in college. I'm feeling lost without my camera lens to peer at the world through. On the other hand, my own schooling has kept me incredibly busy! I've been writing, but it's been a different kind of writing. I am setting this post to automatically run. I will be reading this piece tomorrow night in my last Methods of Teaching Elementary Reading and Writing for grades 4-6 and I want it to hit my blog during that time. I was inspired to write this after heading to Chicago with my sister to see 50 Shades, the Musical, a Parody.
Journal entry: October 27, 2013
50 Shades and Princesses
While walking the sidewalks of Chicago on the Magnificent Mile, It is not unusual to see beautifully, alluring shop entryways. The scent wafting through the air reeks of excitement, expectation and good times. Add the sunset to the mix and vibrant colors pop, catching your eye. A little sensuality teasing your senses, beacons you to come inside, if you dare.
Young twenty-somethings strut around inside. Immaculately put together. They’ll ask if they can help, but if you watch carefully, their eyes wander away, in hopes that you’ll say no or that you just need something right in front of you.
The angel wings on the underwear-clad, headless mannequins drew me inside Victoria’s Secret. I long to have that once drooled after, youthful body. I’m working on loving the curvy me that I am at almost 50. The person I am right now is still transforming. Middle age sits waiting in my “friend request” box, but I’m resisting holding hands and accepting this friendship. Getting old means abandoning youth. I’m not quite ready for that.
But those angel wings...mmm
I imagine my head upon that mannequin...my body morphs onto the doll as well...it’s sort of nice. I wonder if others would glance my way? Or if they’ll look else where.
I quickly tire of looking at underwear and head back out the door. I’m swallowed up again in the masses heading down the sidewalk. On the ground in front of me I see a star and sparkles. The colors of the shop once again speaks to my inner, youthful soul. My feet have a mind of their own and propel me insides.
As I fill my lungs with the scent of youth from this place, I feel my cheeks raise...my smile involuntarily fills my face. “Ahh,” I say aloud, “I’m home!”
“Welcome to the Disney Store!”