Tuesday, May 18
I was allergic to bees as a child. The swelling and immediate, frantic red line to my heart from wherever the bite occurred was terrifying. Yet it didn’t seem to stop me from joining my 5th grade class mates on the oval at lunch time when we’d all stomp on the bees pollinating the clover. Though Rollers were the coolest shoe to wear back in 1992, they weren’t the most sensible bee stomping attire. A lucky few would sneak between the long triangle gaps and buzz to freedom, sometimes. Sometimes they’d use the escape to sacrifice themselves with a jab in a fleshy, pubescent leg.
I might still be allergic to bees but it’s been so long now since I’ve been stung that I don’t know.
Without fail this shirt elicits a number of “you look like a bee” related comments from those around me. I don’t mind. I like it. And to be honest, I’m not going to take offence easily to anything you say about the way I dress. I dress for me first. I dress for the bees second.
Shirt: Valley Girl