Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Frankie Goes to Hollywood
The year? 1983
I was in high school and one of the things I really, really wanted was a T-shirt. Oh, but not any T-shirt. No. I wanted a Frankie Goes to Hollywood shirt. Sadly, I was a penniless teen from a family of six. The odds of my mother spending hard earned dollars on a silly white T-shirt were slim at best.
But I was a lucky girl. My boyfriend bought me one! I loved that T-shirt. Loved. It. I wore it and wore it…until it went out of style.
The sand passed through the hour glass of time. My boyfriend dumped me (I should write about that sometime), I graduated, married my Beloved, had babies. Frankie never crossed my mind again. Until today that is.
I took my sweet girl to Target so that she could purchase a new pair of pants and while browsing the T-shirts what should my wandering eyes spy? Why a Frankie Goes to Hollywood T-shirt of course! I couldn’t believe it. I showed it to daughter and even sang for her.
All I could say is, “Relax!”