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Lately I've been snacking on PopCrinkles. The "sea salt" flavor. They taste like ... something I ate in my youth, but I can't quite place it. Not quite like Pringle's ... but maybe a precursor to Pringle's ... or some other snack food from the late '60s or early '70s. Perhaps the "inventor" of PopCrinkles did a search on expired food patents from way back when.
Everything old is new again.
Yesterday I stole a glance at Target.com to see what the site had for plus-size activewear, since the activewear in my local Target is only for women who are already skinny. So I clicked on "plus sizes" and looked at all the categories there ... and, would you believe it, there's an entire category called '70s style trend. Fringe, fake-fur vests ... stuff that crawled out of the back pages of the yearbooks of the classes that graduated from high school just before I did.
Everything old is new again.
Last night I went to my first deep-water aerobics class since the city's indoor pool reopened (it had been closed for six or seven weeks to get a new roof and other repairs). It all felt familiar, even though there was no more sunlight coming in through the big plate-glass windows at the deep end of the pool building, because it gets dark so early now. And then I went back into the freshly painted women's locker room to shower and change into dry clothes ... and realized that I'd forgotten to pack my underwear. So I had to "go commando" to drive home. Six or seven weeks is long enough to forget my prep work, I guess....
Everything old is new again.
Everything old is new again.
Yesterday I stole a glance at Target.com to see what the site had for plus-size activewear, since the activewear in my local Target is only for women who are already skinny. So I clicked on "plus sizes" and looked at all the categories there ... and, would you believe it, there's an entire category called '70s style trend. Fringe, fake-fur vests ... stuff that crawled out of the back pages of the yearbooks of the classes that graduated from high school just before I did.
Everything old is new again.
Last night I went to my first deep-water aerobics class since the city's indoor pool reopened (it had been closed for six or seven weeks to get a new roof and other repairs). It all felt familiar, even though there was no more sunlight coming in through the big plate-glass windows at the deep end of the pool building, because it gets dark so early now. And then I went back into the freshly painted women's locker room to shower and change into dry clothes ... and realized that I'd forgotten to pack my underwear. So I had to "go commando" to drive home. Six or seven weeks is long enough to forget my prep work, I guess....
Everything old is new again.
