Monday, March 31, 2008
I present to you, my father who arte hipper than I. (Far right and his brothers).
It is 1994 and my father gives me a lift to elementary school in his '65 silver Mercedes convertible. I remember feeling slight embarrassment over all the attention it attracted. I was definitely drinking the suburbia cool aid. All I wanted, was for my father to wear was horrid pressed chinos and hideous button downs from the Gap like all the other fathers. Instead, my father wore aviator sunglasses (which I now own), black Chuck Taylors, Adidas track suits (authentic from the 70's. . .which my sister has now claimed as her own). But the WORSE offender (in my silly little mind). . . the Members Only jacket. I used to cringe every time he pulled it out of the closet.
What goes around, comes around, eh Pops? (Salvation Army, $3).
Posted by etoilee8 at 8:45 PM