Everything is a moment in time, then it is gone. And whether good or bad, the moment is logged away as a memory to be pulled out, talked about, to laugh or cry over, then stored away again.
A friend gave this sweater to me, new with tags, and trying it on, I looked in the mirror, and was taken back to a time years ago, something that made me laugh all over again.
During our first years, my husband, James, found himself looking for work, going to interviews, and learning about himself and others along the way.
One day, he was called for an interview, something very exciting because this was the 80's, a time of recession and job-scarcity. So we decided he needed a new suit for this special occasion, and off he went to the local Sears store, where he found just the right one, brought it home, and hung it up.
Finally, it was interview day! On went the new, gray suit and shined up shoes, and out the door to be on time and ready to impress...
After about two hours, James returned, ready to tell me about the interview so I sat down opposite him while he, standing, began telling his story in the usual way, moving around and raising his arms as he talked. I watched while listening when suddenly I noticed something hanging from the armpit of his suit jacket, much like in the above picture. Staring, an image came into my mind of him being interviewed, tag waving about as he answered questions, perhaps the interviewer trying not to notice, and I began to laugh, showing him the tag we forgot to snip away from the suit, price still clearly showing, and he started laughing as well. It was a great and memorable moment in time, one we still laugh about today.
During our first years, my husband, James, found himself looking for work, going to interviews, and learning about himself and others along the way.
One day, he was called for an interview, something very exciting because this was the 80's, a time of recession and job-scarcity. So we decided he needed a new suit for this special occasion, and off he went to the local Sears store, where he found just the right one, brought it home, and hung it up.
Finally, it was interview day! On went the new, gray suit and shined up shoes, and out the door to be on time and ready to impress...
After about two hours, James returned, ready to tell me about the interview so I sat down opposite him while he, standing, began telling his story in the usual way, moving around and raising his arms as he talked. I watched while listening when suddenly I noticed something hanging from the armpit of his suit jacket, much like in the above picture. Staring, an image came into my mind of him being interviewed, tag waving about as he answered questions, perhaps the interviewer trying not to notice, and I began to laugh, showing him the tag we forgot to snip away from the suit, price still clearly showing, and he started laughing as well. It was a great and memorable moment in time, one we still laugh about today.
Bahahahaa.... I think we've all done that at least once! What a funny story! :D
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