song of the day: 'sisters' from the movie white christmas
my name is amanda and i have a blog called 'off of broadway' because i both live and work on broadway street in my small town in northwest arkansas. but when i was little girl growing up in an even smaller town in southwest louisiana, i never even considered that i would one day own a vintage shop and live in a loft with my husband and son. i never thought i'd be so blessed.
see, my whole life, until recently, i looked up to my older sister and wanted to be just like her. she was blonde, and thin, and pretty, and every one liked her. all the boys thought she was gorgeous and she was by far the trendiest of the girls. i was a chubby little thing with wavy hair that was most disagreeably mouse brown. my sister, angie, is 10 years older than me so she was frequently 'in charge.' she's always been independent and assertive and basically everything that i am not. i would dress up in her clothes when she was at school and play in her room so she wouldn't know.
this is a photo of my brother, sister, and mom holding me as a baby at my dedication just a few months after i was born. i showed this picture because angie is wearing the outfit i would always play in. that skirt and shirt were my very favorites. i would put on the skirt (which trailed the floor) and cinch it up with a belt, and wear that top with a toilet seat cover (please don't ask) around my neck and walk around singing in our back yard. i think i was born with a bit of a gypsy soul.
i tried so hard to find a navy blue skirt with sweet little white flowers on it, but couldn't find anything like it at the thrift. i'd love to find one some day. if for no other reason than the nostalgia of it all. so i took the inspiration of her outfit that day and translated it to what i'd wear today. funny how all these things were in my closet and that i really look like i came straight out of 1980.
and i just want you all to know that while angie is still everything i'm not, i am now a lot of things she isn't. and i'm glad of it. we are very different but there is no feeling of competition or of one being better than the other. i love what i've become and what i am still becoming. that's what makes me, me!
and i want to thank ms. morgan for the opportunity to fill in for her. i've so totally enjoyed hearing the other guest bloggers stories. this was so super fun. thanks so much!!!
6 comments:
Love the outfit :) Trips down memory lane are just the best. I love these little private glimpses. Thanks for sharing :)
You have no idea how hard I am biting my tongue right now in order not to ask any unwanted questions.. ;)
i love this, amanda. i'm an only child (with the exception of some step/half sibs that came much later) and always wished i had an older sister to steal clothes and make up from!
ps - didnt know you were originally from louisiana! its one of my fav states!
What a cool story about your sister! I too went through a period like this with my sister, although she was a year younger and seemingly had a habit of 'stealing' my boyfriends.
Oh, Amanda! That certainly tugged on my heart-strings :)
I love that you have a photo that encapsulates those memories for you. And I love the look you put together, too!
Aw, shucks...
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wonderful entry Amanda!!! I want to see more and learn more of your family!!! I was dedicated to the Lord as a baby too so that one day I might choose to be baptized (I was maybe 23 or 24 by the time I did so)! Both my sons were as well. I don't know many people who have been so that really made me smile. This skirt especially is so beautiful! it is great that you had someone to look up to like your sister. I have two older siblings that are 7 and 9 years older than me, so I know what it is like being the baby! hehe. That's great that you own your own shop and are happy even in a loft. I think that's awesome to know you are blessed!!
Know what's funny? When I was younger I always wanted to be a big sister to a sister... and then my younger sibling was born and it. was. a. boy.
Loved your post...
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