Fruit Loops and Birthdays

A simple task – hanging a jacket by that little loop on the inside of the collar – sent my mind down memory lane to a red corduroy loop I once had in a scrapbook. It had special significance in the eighth grade if a girl had one from the back of a shirt of a favored fella. We called them fruit loops.

The Urban Dictionary describes the fruit loop perfectly then adds that the purpose of the loop had never been determined. That meant continued searching. The Original GarnetGlitter, apparently a go-to gal affiliated with Yahoo, affirmed its significance to kids in the 50’s and 60’s and offered several options about its purpose. Most sensible to me was that a guy could hang the tie he wore with that shirt through the loop when he put the shirt on a hanger, thereby resting assured he would have it pronto the next time he wore it. That was back in the day when boys wore ties regularly, and everything ‘matched’ perfectly: headbands matched the color of an outfit; shoes matched belts and/or purses; hats matched coats and ties matched shirts.

Am I ever dating myself here! Then I had an A-HA moment. I read recently that if a female wants to dress to reflect a youthful spirit, she shouldn’t worry so much about the matchy-matchy aspect. That is a dead give-away to the era of one’s raising, I guess. Earrings and necklaces don’t have to come from the same set. Mixing clothing patterns in the same outfit can be okay sometimes, too.(GASP) .

Purses must not have to match with anything, either, based on trends in handbags. What would one wear to complement correctly those original creations of color, design and bling?
That is why my one trendy bag adds color, design and bling to my bedroom decor as it hangs from the reading chair.. Not sure I want to go out in public in an outfit that would ‘go’ with it, even if it isn’t matchy-matchy. Anyway, carrying it wouldn’t camouflage the fact that I am an ABB – that’s my term for ‘aging baby boomer‘ that I so cringe at hearing. I can’t yet mix patterns on purpose and leave the house, either.

Not sure that wearing earrings and necklaces from different sets is the reason for the spring in my step, but it’s a safe rebellion from my early years of conformity to the few fashion facts I knew.
Anyway, a bounce in my step and a smile are all I really need to reflect my gratitude for being an ABB for one more glorious year, and change that to Amazing Baby Boomers!

PS. The favored fella who wore that red corduroy shirt my fruit loop came from? His name was Dan.

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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