


Several months ago, I read a skirt! essay titled, “When
the Universe Calls, Pick Up the Phone.” Afterwards, I felt inspired by the idea of a divine plan authored by the universe. So,
I asked for a picture of the infamous factory.
A few days later, a postcard adorned with the image of the old “Skirt Factory” building appeared in the mail. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “I wonder what the universe is trying to tell me. Oh no! Did I accidently send the call to voicemail?” After that brief moment of personal dialogue, I put it aside to contemplate later.
Days and weeks went by, and these thoughts left my consciousness only to be replaced by the hectic demands of the day to day craziness of life. Then, seemingly out of no where, everything changed. What I thought was solid, was no longer. What had been my goals, were no longer. What was up, was now down. And, I needed a plan!
Not exactly “Skirt Factory” written on a building, could this be my call from the universe? Was this the beginning of my personal courtship with destiny?
“Universe, I need answers! What is the lesson? What’s next? I
need more info,” I screamed.
The decision swaying information I sought, did not come. Actually, my world just became more confusing as the number of choices climbed and I continued to realize I was the author of my life. Like standing in the middle of a fork in the road with more than 10 different paths from which to choose, I faced the challenge of figuring out what I actually wanted; apparently, a question I hadn’t really asked myself in quite a while.
So, I sought insight from others… The answers were varied, but the message was the same. “Do what’s in your heart. When that choice comes, you will know,” echoed the common voice of wisdom. Then, my dear friend, Dana said, “Dusty, sounds like you need to put on your big girl panties....”
“Big girl panties? That’s it! Had I slipped on Strawberry Shortcake’s in a brief moment of laundry chaos?,” I pondered.
A metaphor, or course, the universe was calling and fear was secretly holding me back. Sometimes in life, when we aren’t paying attention, we accidentally revert back to our little girl undies. But, that’s cool, it happens...
The RX? Either, swap them for a more Fredrick’s of Hollywood number or, like Cameron Diaz, wear your “Dun dun du-duns” like a woman. No matter which you prefer, what’s important is answering the phone....
I put on big girl panties and took a job that pulled the joy out of me because we had to supplement to pay the bills. Thankfully we got out from under that rock.
Now I stand here at my own fork with the universe in front of me, feeling like my big girl panties soiled me. (though I'm better for the experience...be careful what you wish for!) I think I want to put on my Cinderella panties for awhile, eat ice cream, and think about which path I'm going to step my plastic dress up shoes onto without the grown ups telling me why I can't.
In my Cindies, I can be who I want to be- even if it includes a cape. Yeah, the view is different in this castle with a husband and 2 kiddoes.
Maybe what we really need are those tights with 85% nylon. Yeah, they're tights, they're not opaque like mom's nylons, but they're 85% nylon, and that's most of it, so they're nylons, right? At least that's how I saw it when I was 8. Big girl enough to wear something that wasn't tights. 85% grownup with the other 15% princess...I'll take it!
Stylishly yours,
Miss Attitude
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