The Type of Person

I am the type of person who wears necklaces. Which is interesting, because up to about a week ago, I was not that type of person. I do not wear any jewelry, except earrings, occasionally, and my wedding rings. But during covid, I stopped wearing those. Too germy, I thought. And no more make-up (the masks), and I stopped coloring my hair. And this is probably too much information, but I quit wearing a bra. I mean, who cares. I wasn't going anywhere. 

Every morning, I would wake up at whenever time, and maybe or maybe not change out of my pajama pants and into an old pair of sweats. I rotated between two T-shirts, toss offs from my daughter, that were over-sized and had been washed so many times they were soft and holey and I loved them. 

Just the other day I was cleaning out my closet, brutally purging everything I hadn't worn in a few years and came to those two t-shirts, and a wave of dread and terror and comfort and nostalgia washed over me. I left the T-shirts hanging where they were. But back to being the type of person who wears necklaces--

this was over New Years, and my husband and I were visiting with long-time friends, a tradition we've had for twenty-five years (except 2020 when we set up a Zoom, which was fine, but also, it sucked, and we vowed never to do that again). 

When we first met, the mom and I had little boys who went to the same preschool, and while we'd wait to pick them up, our toddler daughters would parallel play with each other. Flash forward to now, and my friend's daughter is getting married in the fall and had a wedding dress appointment at a fancy shop, and while we were waiting for the appointment, we were browsing the racks, and I was wearing a necklace. 

The necklace was one I'd made several months ago (Was that several months ago?! I do not understand how time works anymore.) My daughter made one too, and then, over Christmas, I noticed she was wearing hers every day, whereas I had only worn mine once. 

I like this necklace, I told my friend, while we were browsing at the fancy shop, but I'm not the type of person who wears necklaces. 

Why can't you be that type of person, said my friend. She was holding an absurd-looking orange purse that was covered in sequins and beads, and she said, Wouldn't it be funny if I bought this purse and used it as my lunch bag for work? I could put my tangerines in it. She looked at the price, and said, HA HA, No!

But I said, Who cares, you should buy it. Every day when you go to work with your tangerines, it will give you joy, and then I told her a story about the time a mutual friend and I were shopping at a make-up counter at a department store a million years ago, and the salesperson showed us a battery-operated mascara wand that you could turn on and it would make a buzzing sound, which struck me as so ridiculous, I couldn't stop laughing. When the salesperson said it cost 85 dollars, I almost peed my pants. My friend said, You have to buy it. Look how happy you are. 

But of course, I said, HA HA No! A few months later the friend sent me the mascara out of the blue. I laughed every time I used it, and now that I think about it, it's probably one of the top five gifts anyone has ever given me. 

Good question, I said to my friend who was still holding the silly orange sequined purse. Why can't I be the type of person who wears a necklace? 

You can, said my friend. Just wear the necklace and wah lah, you're a necklace-wearer. Her daughter was over by the wedding dress section, and my daughter and the daughter of the friend who'd bought me the mascara a trillion years ago had joined her, and I was having a hard time making sense of it, the little girls grown up and here together, and where had the time and mascara gone, and what if everything could be so simple, where you say something and do something and wah lah

it comes true.

My friend put the purse down, and when she wasn't looking, I scooped it up and bought it for her.