I loved Jenna's post on childhood best friends today over at Sweet Fine Day. Your first friend, ah, who could forget? Mine was Julie. Our mothers were both divorced by our fathers when we were little children, so they got us together to play so we could have fun/have each other/not feel sad. As a result we meant a great deal to each other.
Julie had an incomparable imagination, and we used to get into lots of trouble together. It was great. Her mom was an expert seamstress, and one day we decided to get into her sewing stuff to make a WEDDING DRESS for my hamster. Say what? In another phase we were obsessed with "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken" and "Where's Waldo?" and found an ingenious way to combine our two loves by spending hours drawing elaborate scenes from the movie in the style of the drawings from the book. Can't picture it? Take my word for it, it was awesome. Years later, long before I had any boobs I remember going shopping for my first bra with Julie at TJ Maxx. We were convinced we needed bras so we could be cool. And then we proved that we were not cool by spending the rest of our allowance on Pogs.
Julie went off to a different high school than me, and we eventually drifted apart. But we still remember each other's old phone numbers from long ago and wish each other Happy Birthday on Facebook. A few years ago I remember bumping into her around when I started my own handmade business. Coincidentally at the time she had a business selling her handmade patchwork skirts at Phish concerts. I remember thinking that as different as we are now, we're still not that different. And it made me smile.