Saturday!!

Oh, I love the school-free, church-free ness of saturday. Parents think it is time to clean on Saturday, but as a patriotic american teenager I believe Saturday is the day of Rock, just as Sunday is the day of Rest.

Marsie and I had a look around town already, but we're going back to catch a few of the little shops we missed. Right now we're at the Evergreen Cafe eating our bacon lettuce avacado tomato sandwiches. And I'm thinking about my Problem.

I have found the perfect pair of pants. They are light blue color with darker blue wash from the knees down. They bell out gently from the knee. They have a straight-line hip, just barely cinched in a little at the top... and they aren't low-risers. Almost, but not quite.

So I tried them on. They fit perfectly. The hem hits me exactly between my ankle and the sole of my feet. They are just a teeny bit loose in the waist and butt, so that I won't feel like my innards are crushed when I sit down,and the material is just the right thickness and supplety.

They cost fifty dollars.

Fifty dollars may not sound like a lot to you, but my mom has a policy. She doesn't spend more than 20 for pants, 25 for shoes, 15 for shirts and so on.

This will take some real thinking.

Anyway, the perfect pants exist. In this I rejoice. I see my ugly-pants status dissapearing forever... if I can just earn enough money to own these.

Marcie thinks I'm silly. SHe says I shouldn't care what Dave in our seminary class says. SHe's probably right, but... well, secretly, I want to look good. I'm tired of being scrappy tomboy molly. I want to be cute, sought-after molly. I mean, I'm not going to go out with anyone yet, of course. Not until I'm 16. But it would be nice if there were some boys who think I"m worth talking to, until then.

Maybe babysitting??