This past month, Nina turned six. I did not know what she wanted for her birthday, but yesterday while talking with my brother about some books by Sandra Dallas he’d shared with me, out of the blue he asked if my granddaughter ever got her red pants. Yes! I am happy to report Nina got red pants for her birthday. Her mother told me she’d worn them so much they now have a hole in them. She also informed me that this year, her daughter asked for a mermaid’s tail! Goodness! Perhaps life is better with red pants, but most people today wear jeans.
Old dungarees, overalls, and blue jeans have undergone cultural acceptance, and they can make a person look sharp and fashionable. The other day, I went on line to look for jeans. In the event you don’t know: Jeans come in more colors than a person can imagine, and those colors have intriguing designations—from “stonewashed,” “indigo,” “ocean washed,” and “midnight blue,” to every range of tan and beige to “ pink,” “rinsed,” and “red.”
As I searched for jeans, I became interested in the different styles of jeans—high- waisted, mid- range, boot leg, tapered, skinny leg, stretch, straight, and other styles, There are cuts for the flat, the curvy, the tall, and the short person. Jeans can be relaxed or classic. I believe once a person finds the “right” pair of jeans and is happy with the style, he or she should hang on to it for dear life! Trouble is, sometimes a company is sold or the factory is changed, and instead of being made in Malaysia or Texas, so to speak, even with the same number, color, cut, or size, they won’t fit. Alas, the search begins anew.
Perhaps it’s a good thing to be open-minded and try different styles, names, or colors. Sometimes it’s good to change one’s subject or perspective. My brother said I seem always to be writing about the matter of writing, --genres, authors, books, art shows, cultural events-- etc. He wondered if I could write about my family. He suggested an essay about my Aunt Pearl or my Aunt Linnie. I had a bunch of Aunts and some were wonderfully peculiar and delightful. They are dead now, but I am fortunate to have known them. Many had old-fashioned names such as my Aunt Mallie, my Aunt Eupha Lee, and my Aunt Mamie. One of my ancestors was named “Uriel.” Her sister’s name was Theodosia. Theodosia was my mother’s mother. I never knew my grandmother, but I like to think about her and that name of hers.
Why do people name children, pets, or rocks what they do? Here’s one: my dentist husband (now retired), had a patient come in with her daughter. When introduced to the young girl, he was scolded for “not getting it.” The girl’s name was spelled “La--sha.” Her name was “Ladasha.” The “dash” was part of the name, “La--sha.” A person never can tell. Shoes, jeans, names of people, and titles of books… it’s all subjective and delightful. It’s a matter of perspective. Perhaps it’s best to find your own bit of wisdom. So, fill in the blank: “Life is better with ___.” By the way, WHITER THAN SNOW by Sandra Dallas is worth reading. Thank you, James.