The Moment I Wake Up
My first heels. Only an inch high, but oh-so-shiny patent, with little velvet bows on the front. They’re beige, and a perfect match for my shift dress. It’s a soft yellow, big bold flowers and way above my knees.
I’m wearing Miners Dead Beige lipstick and Pan Stick. My hair is tied high with a chiffon scarf, looped into a puffy ball and Linda Wright gave me a squirt of her Aqua Manda.
I’m thirteen, it’s my school fashion show, and I’m strutting on the cat walk in the dress that got me first prize in needlework class.
I Say a Little Prayer.