It’s that time of year again… t-shirt time! Wait, that’s not right… who let Pauly D in? Okay, I’m done being corny for the day. It’s tie-dye time!
Last year I described the act as an “essential part of summer,” a statement which I still agree with. Perhaps this belief stems from my very first tie-dying experience in the second grade. Every student in our school was given a t-shirt to dye in their designated class color to wear at the end-of-the-year track and field day. Although my second grade self was horrified that our color was orange and jealous that my third grade brother’s color was red, I was still giddy at the prospect of being allowed to design my very own shirt. Of course, I considered myself the Jackson Pollock/Coco Chanel hybrid of my time, even if my sunburst pattern was only slightly varied from everyone else’s. I still have that shirt to this day, and looking at it always reminds me of the whimsical fervor that set the tone for the last days of school. Since then I have tie-dyed several times… I dyed a shirt for my very first cheerleading tryouts; I dyed Easter shirts instead of Easter eggs one year; I even dyed a set of sheets. I don’t think anything will compare to that first shirt though. Nevertheless, I proceeded in dying a total of four tank tops, a medium which I had yet to try. You can see how all of them turned out it the .gif I made!
And now, I would like to share with you my latest brush with teenager-dom. Tonight as I was driving home from volunteering at an event, the song “3 A.M.” by Matchbox 20 came on… twice. I found this to be rather convenient, because the first time served as a refresher to my memory, which allowed me to positively belt the lyrics the second time. I don’t deviate from the bucket list very often in my blog posts, but this experience really resounded with me. Maybe it’s because it was my first time driving over a mile away completely by myself, or maybe it’s because it really was raining. It’s little moments like these that I know I’ll want to look back on and smile… so here’s to the memories of the future that we’re making now.
Love & Summer,
Sarah