Sometimes you just want to feel like a little kid again. Never the kid you actually were, of course; but that idealized, free and happy child that you would be, should you retain knowledge of everything you know now.
There is no uniform more appropriate for the adult-child than that of the hippie. Colorful, dangly beads - like the costume jewelry borrowed from grandma years ago. That loose, slightly dirty feel of everything that gives the idea of play clothes - the kind specifically worn to get dirty and go on adventures.
My birthday is coming up this month.
Right now the plans are to make a rainbow cake, construct a fort in the back yard, and for all intents and purposes, just spend a night playing dress-up.
Never is the desire to feel young stronger than when you are getting older.
....rainbow cake. I can't wait.
3 comments:
I want to be at your birthday with rainbow cake and dress up dance parties.
and forts. don't forget forts.
i want you to be at my bday gathering. badly. oh god... the amount of fun and ridiculousness that would take place.
...and the pictures. OH THE PICTURES!
(come.)
rainbow cake and bracelets enough to go around.
(yes).
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