It wasn’t that long ago that I started blogging, but even back in early 2011, blog commenting was the rage, Pinterest wasn’t a thing yet, we still did linkys properly (not link and run), and we tagged each other a lot in our actual blogs, not adding a @ on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram.
Alexandra of Good Day, Regular People brought back old school blogging with 5 Random Things About Me so of course, I tagged myself, because I do love talking about me (I have a personal blog after all).
1. I was NOT a girly girl, in that I declared my hatred of skirts and all things pink. I tucked my hair into a cap to look less ‘girly’, and climbed apple trees. I tackled boys in the playground in kindergarten while playing Cops & Robbers (even though I was the robber), and I loved sneaking peeks into my brothers’ pristine please-don’t-touch-it-with-your-grimy-fingers-and-don’t-open-the-pages-more-than-2-inches-wide comic collection (Fantastic Four was my favourite).
2. However, at the age of 9 (I think?), someone gave me a Barbie doll. From then on, it was Barbie allthethings. We couldn’t afford new outfits for our Barbies (my sister and I had 3 or 4 between us), so we would get scraps of fabric off my aunt who worked as a seamstress, and make our own doll clothes. By make, I mean drape cloth around Barbie and call it a toga. My aunt felt sorry for us, and started sewing us outfits for Barbie. For real. It was one of our favourite weekend activities – going to my aunt’s house, picking fabric, giving her sample Barbie clothes to copy/ get sizes, then outfitting our dolls with their very own custom-made clothes.
3. I only learned to cycle when I was 12. Once I got the hang of it though, I glued my ass to the bike (which wasn’t even mine, I don’t know whose it was, but it was one of several at my grandmother’s house) and zoomed around like a speed demon. Coming round the corner near my house one day, I skidded and went down. To this day, I have the scar on my knee to prove what an idiot I was.
4. I’m a lifelong klutz. One of my most dramatic ‘accidents’ was when I put one high-heeled foot into the bottom fold of my pants on the opposite leg. Imagine as you will, as I hit the floor like a tree cut down by a lumberjack in a forest (“timber!”). In my office. In front of actual people. As one co-worker who observed this from afar said, “One moment you were there, the next, you were gone.”
5. When I was a tween, I got out of bed one morning feeling like I was in a waking dream. I got dressed in my school uniform, then walking drunkenly out of my room, bumping into my father. He looked startled, then bewilderered. “What are you doing in your uniform? It’s SATURDAY.”
Because this is old school, I’m going to tag some old school blogging friends whom I’ve known since this ol’ blog started. Natalie of From Corporate to Domestic, Stasha of The Good Life, Greta of GFunkfied and whoever wants to play along.