The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
Or, Yes, I Am the Orange Powerpuff Girl
The Goodwill Fangirl almost never came back after The Teen’s bone marrow transplant. (We’re doing third person today. It’s just easier to keep a little distance right now.). The other side of transplant wasn’t what anyone expected. No amount of pre-admission education could prepare her for the hurricane emotions of fear and joy, rage and sorrow, grief and awe that flew her high and flung her low since last August, when two units of cord blood from the generous mothers of two children she’ll likely never meet were given to her youngest daughter, to replace the bone marrow that was doing its best to kill her.
She sure didn’t care what she was wearing, but she knew whose child was so close to death that the parent could not change clothes for a week. She didn’t want her own picture taken, and The Teen did not want any photographic evidence at all. The Teen knew she was a phoenix rising from the ashes, but she did not want to see the fire ever again.
The Goodwill Fangirl lost her place in the world, and for a long time didn’t think it mattered. Getting dressed to buy groceries was too much, and there were too many confusing places full of clothes she couldn’t remember liking, much less buying, in hospital drawers, suitcases at the Ronald McDonald House, and in the bedroom closet she hardly ever opened. And yes, in the trunk of her car, which quite frankly, was just too freakin’ much to handle.
But she had to get dressed sometime – don’t we all? And she lost 13 pounds somewhere along the way. One day she looked in the mirror, and realized that her clothes didn’t fit, her hair had no color, and she had forgotten how to apply eye liner. She looked even tireder than she felt, which was pretty damn tired.
Then she enrolled in a college class after many decades away from formal education, got a little part-time job in an area of the law that she hadn’t written a book about, and accepted the occasional social invitation because her Dear Hubby forced her to. And she broke her no-shopping for a year ban, which was pretty easy to stick to when she didn’t care, but she had to have a few smaller clothes that fit. She remembered this whole style blog started to celebrate real women with real wrinkles and real problems, including getting dressed for work, even if they hadn’t gotten their first paycheck yet.
And who better than The Goodwill Fangirl to share her experiences as a middle-aged woman, starting everything anew, and turning first to Goodwill to get some clothes that fit right now, that make her feel like a woman who walks fast, like she knows where she’s going, even if she hasn’t quite regained her footing yet.
But she will, I know she will.