Look Post: As My Mother Called it; Jean To Jean

A fond memory springs to mind whenever I clad myself in all denim. It’s a memory of my mom getting ready to go to town on a Saturday┬ámorning. I used to wake up at 6 am almost every Saturday to watch cartoons and eat cereal (in peace) before my terrorist little brother woke up. I must have been about 8 years old and my brother would have been a little over a year old. (Said brother has since outgrown his terrorist phase and is now a really nice guy.) As part of my routine, I would go to my mom’s room and watch her routine. Every detail, from getting dressed to makeup and hair. She would entertain all my questions and attempts at taking part until the one sad question would arrive; “can I come with you to town?” which was always met with the inevitable “no, your brother will cry all over town.”

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