Find Away To Dress Like Wendi.

I remember the day I first met Wendi. It had to have been her first day at church because I had never seen anything like her. Church was pretty bland, everyone in their Sunday best and that usually consisted of pastels and khaki and penny loafers. Everyone’s hair was neatly combed and perfect smiles and greetings painted the entire auditorium of South Torrance High School. Wendi was in her early 20’s and I was just approaching my tween years. I had become increasing allergic to white panty hose and Laura Ashley dresses. I hated pastels and spent most of my Sundays staining my pristine dresses with bright grass stains and splashes of Kool-Aid. I was convinced it made the outfit better. My mother begged to differ and with her crazy voodoo magic would always manage to restore it to its original condition. Blasted Tide!!! That Sunday Wendi had walked into church in the most amazing outfit I had ever seen. She wore a black lacy toot like skirt. It’s like if Madonna had gone into my closet took all the puffy sleeves off my dresses, dyed them black and made a skirt out of it. I would have been so luck if someone would have stolen those sleeves! Her belt was just a piece of bright purple fabric tied around her waist. She had the most amazing distressed leather jacket and a million bangle bracelets on her wrist. They where silver and gold and black and yellow and green and pink and every one of my favorite colors. She painted her nails black and small bits of yellow nail polish broke threw from under neither. At the time I thought, ‘what an artist to create such prints on her finger nails.’ Looking back I think she just painted over an existing color and some had chipped off revealing her cover up. Either way I thought it was genius. Her hair was curly and wild and high in the air and would have flown away had she not tied it down with cute vibrant scarf. Her shoes where my favorite, it was a half boot. She wore them with socks with ruffles on the ends. As soon as I saw the shoes I began plotting several different way to one day have them in my position. I eventually did, only to have them stolen by some rapscallion at the skating rink. I remember staring at her; I remember my mom pinching me telling me it was not polite to stair; I remember her smile. This giant smile colored pink and happy. I remember her eyes; I remember her eyes the most. They looked at you like she had known you for years; they drew you in and made you their best friend. I eventually worked the courage to meet her and walked up to her with my best friend Kimmy, who was also flabbergasted at this wonderful creature. I went up to her and said, 'I like your bracelets' and she said, 'I like your dress.' That day I liked Laura Ashley dresses…for like a minute. I immediately went back to devising a plan to find away to dress like Wendi.