Hi, remember me? That girl who just a few weeks ago was complaining about how nothing at Madewell ever fits her right? Well, let's just say I stand corrected. I dropped into our San Francisco store a few weeks ago to return two shirts that I had ordered online (because nothing fits me correctly!) but lo and behold - I couldn't stop myself from grabbing about 15 different items to try on while I was there, and I ended up buying the shirt, belt, and skirt you see in this picture, as well as my gray dress and my pink jeans. I had to skip going to J. Crew and Anthropologie afterward for fear of spending myself into financial ruin. I'm finding it hard to believe that I found a store that was capable of breaking J. Crew's chokehold on my wardrobe, but here we are (and we're also ignoring the fact that Madewell is owned by J. Crew).
Here's something you probably don't know about me - when I was a kid, I was obsessed with Nick at Nite. While other kids watched Saturday morning cartoons and Clarissa Explains It All, I watched The Wonder Years, The Brady Bunch, I Dream of Jeannie, Gilligan's Island, and so many more. While I loved each and every old show that they showed on Nick, nothing ever came close to my love for Cheers. While I was listening to Pop Culture Happy Hour today, I learned that Vulture had recently written a series of articles inventing a sitcom bracket, pitting sitcom versus sitcom in a tournament, and ultimately crowning a Best Sitcom of the Past 30 Years. The two shows in the finals were The Simpsons and Cheers. Although I've never really intellectualized or analyzed my 12-year-old love of Cheers (Nick showed two episodes a night, every night, and I watched them religiously with my dad), reading those articles gave me an opportunity to reflect on why I loved and watched that show with such intensity. If you've never seen it, the show is about a bunch of misfit oddballs who hang out in the same bar day after day; losers who say funny things with regularity. But deep down, the show is about loneliness, and I think that theme reached across the 20-year void and into my 12-year-old heart. Despite having four siblings and spending all day, every day, at public school, I was a very lonely preteen and teenager. I liked things not many other 12-year-olds liked: books, movie reviews, TV shows, doing well at math, etc. I felt that who I was was incompatible with being popular and having friends. So I felt a kinship with those lonely losers in TV land, watched them night after night, wished happiness for them, and learned a few lessons as they embraced their aloneness. Maybe watching TV shows with my dad on weekend evenings wasn't the best way to stop feeling lonely at the time, but I think all those hours added up to learning something about myself and humanity at large. At the very least, it gave me a few great moments to think about and giggle about over the years, including this one.
I hope you have a great Tuesday!