Tag Archives: Nostalgia

I think the diamond quote has it all wrong

Reunions can be a frightful thing. I remember the nerves I had before mine in anticipation of all that judgment.

The final report card. This would almost determine whether I’d made something of my life. Are the hot people still hot? Are any of the nerds frightfully successful? Are the sweethearts still besotted? I felt like getting a t-shirt made up to save the record-jarring spiel:

“Catherine. Work in PR, have my own agency, a baby son, still with (the ex), we live near the city, don’t really keep in touch with anyone.”

But instead I wore a knock off Chloe dress from eBay and decided to travel with a lovely acquaintance who lives nearby and works in the city. We rode in the car, the wind billowing all that conversation in the hour it took us to get out west. Upon arrival we were welcomed as “the city girls”. Great.

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Advice I would tell my 16 year old self

I bought a book for a friend recently that covered this topic (which I can’t for the life of me find a link for!!) and became quite enamored with the notion.
If you could, what advice would you go back and tell your 16 year old self?
Oh there are so many things I would tell myself. Firstly, I would pluck those eyebrows. Wow. I’d also tell myself to hide those mustard coloured overalls from Mum so she wouldn’t be wearing them 15 years later.
So, while entertaining this fascination, I Facebooked the question and a friend followed suit so here is a collection of the responses to date… I haven’t attributed them to anyone, just because I don’t know the perimeters around this. I’ve loved the responses to date…

SIGH…

I’m a big fan of letters. Of course the notion is a romantic and idealistic one, but I like it. Handwritten thoughts to someone seems old school and awfully special, especially in this hyper colour, electronic age.

I’ve toyed around with the idea for some time now, but it’s never panned out. I’m still holding it though. Just in case.

So, you can just imagine how much I liked coming across this site and particularly, this post. I adore the image of a 14 year old Slash talking quite obsessively about his guitar – and loosing a girlfriend over it too. I’m reading The Rum Diary at the moment so I really like this one too, faxed over by none other than the great Hunter S. Thompson.

And speaking of all things nostalgic, anyone who’s ever been to my house knows I have quite a thing for Polaroids. So this site definitely deserves a mention. I wish I had even just a couple of these images in my hallway. Major job envy.