March 16, 1965

A four-layer slice: art, clothes, love

March 16, 1965

#1 - Stop in the Name of Love - Supremes

I went to rehearsal and guess who was there? V! He was there for a Chanticleer meeting. Of course I had my grubby old 10 cent army jacket on and a pair of cruddy old jeans.

We had a Biology test today and I'm lucky if I passed! It was on heredity.

I stopped by to see Mrs. H about Art Club. Hooboy! What a longwinded gal.

March 16, 1997

My routine was sacrificed — or laid aside - yesterday. But it was a good day anyway. I had some excellent creative time in the office, then had a fine time playing with the band at a retirement home.

If Jim dies before me, I can’t imagine ever remarrying. I would rather have male friends than a lover/partner. How could I replace Jim? Maybe everyone woman feels this way.

March 16, 2006

I had started building a leisure wardrobe of yard-sale finds, and my 10 cent Army fatigue jacket was a fave. The picture was taken in the fall of '65. Love the high water pants (the fun of being 5'9" in a 5'6" world) and the penny loafers.

As a college prep student, I could not take any electives until senior year, and I was very interested in taking art, or at least joining the art club. Mrs. H had been my art teacher in middle school, and was terrifyingly sophisticated, with her very short white hair, sweeping skirts and black turtleneck sweaters. I finally did take art my senior year, instead of Trig/PreCalc, and enjoyed the class immensely. (Did not enjoy the C's and D's I got in physics because I didn't understand the math portion of the class.)

March 16, 2023

And here I sit, in my jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and thrift store sweater. C’est moi.