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Rolling with the changes.

After twelve years of loyal service in the gym and on the bike and on the wall and under the sun, after trips to at least four, maybe five continents and Lord knows how many rock walls, biking trails, and mountain tops, my favorite, most comfortable, most softest, most cushy bandana has finally up and died.

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Sure, it's just a few holes, but although I like to look like faux white trash by wearing a do-rag on the treadmill, I don't want to look like real white trash by wearing a tattered do-rag on the treadmill.

It's not a big problem I suppose. I have at least four others in my closet. A color for each workout shirt. I may be trashy, but at least I'm coordinated. And I'll still keep the sweat out of my eyes.

Of course, If I really wanted to expose my dusty, desert roots, I could always sport this little number that I pulled out of an old (REAL OLD) box of books last month.

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Oh man, did that ever look hot on my 501 jeans or over a well coiffed mullet.

I could sport this one too, but I think this is how I would have to wear it while living in Orange County.

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And back off, people. I was thirteen. And we didn't get The Clash or New Order or Social D in Tucson. It was either that or Duran Duran, and I'll still take REO over those top-forty pretty boys even today.

Now if you will excuse me, I believe it's time for me to fly.


Comments

When I was 14 I bought two bandanas just like your dearly departed one. I was going to give one of them to my best friend, so we could match. Before I did, though, I realized how dorky it was, and stopped myself.

My brother still mocks me over this issue.

Rest in peace little bandana.

My mom used to make bread out of old bandanas.

at one point in my early teenage years, i was the proud owner of a WASP bandana. that worked best worn around the mid thigh or just above the top of your moccassin boots... i feel your pain.

and i LOVE bandana bread

Ripping off an idea from an ESPRIT catalog, my 7th-grade friends and I sent a bandana trend flying through the junior high. Even the 8TH-GRADERS fell for it. We folded the bandanas up into strips and then wrapped them around one wrist and knotted them. Oh yeah. We rocked the late '80s.

That doesn't compare, however, with my single-handedly bringing the Jennifer Aniston clippy-ponytail twist hair-do to the University of Wisconsin-Madison campus in the mid-1990s, followed by my flip-flop revival of the summer of 1997.

I haven't been very cool since. Unlike Jimbo.

"Slippery When Wet"

Wow.

If you had matching yellow/black striped spandex pants (and Oakley Blades with yellow stripe at top) that would be the coolest outfit ever.

Kaya's right. In fact, you might even be extended an invitation to join Stryper with a get-up like that...

Have you ever met a girl with "Slippery When Wet" tattooed on her upper inner thigh?

Me neither.

Hey.... while you're sporting the Slippery when Wet, don't forget your post gym outfit.. a pair of acid washed jeans pegged/tight rolled at the bottom with some high top reeboks with the velcro. That would be Hoooottttt.
;)
Have a great Turkey day
xoxo- melinda

kaya, i don't have that outfit, but i bet somewhere in his closet your brother does.

and anne, that totally made me want to make out with you right now.

do you remember punky brewster?

yeah i relocated one of my belt loops on my jeans down to the knee of the pants so that i could tie my bandanas around my leg.

sassy tassy strikes again.

Happy Thanksgiving.

And I'm totally digging the Slippery When Wet headgear. ;)

I definately vote for the "slippery when wet". It's very anti-metrosexual though.

I'm amused that anyone else knows who Stryper is.

Today I've decided that I want to wear bandanas to work.



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