They made us spend nights in white satin.
Worse: I had to wear corduroy. Matching corduroy homemade jumpsuits with my sister. With matching hairstyles created with foam rollers that you wear overnight (which my grandma affectionately called our “colored girl” hairdos). This was the mid-to-late '80s so there is nothing about this situation that is remotely okay.
I hate that! It seems like they’ll never reach the end, and don’t even get me started on what it does for your letter-writing habits. :mad:
My parents had nothing to do with the lover who had satin sheets on his waterbed. It was a slippery slope.
Nobody EVER told me about Satanta, Kansas. I’ve been living my life in ignorance until this thread came along. Thank you, OP.
I had a amber colored corduroy dress I absolutely hated, it always smelled of drycleaning fluid. It got rotated into Sunday clothing about once every month or so until I finally managed to fall down a slight embankment and rip it so Mom couldn’t manage to repair it. It was well worth the seriously bloody knees and hands.
And I did actually have a satin dress - I was the flower girl in the wedding of one of my cousins, and I got the obligatory fluffy white satin and lace dress. It got changed into a fairy princess costume that halloween and used for dress-up in kindergarten as we donated it to the school for the costume box.
Ok this is just getting ridiculous.
How sad to never know the joy of that wonderful yearly celebration.
If they did, did they tell you Santa Ana was Santa Claus’ wife?
#236 in a series! Collect 'em all!
That bastard who put Davy Crockett to the sword?!
I always liked the satin “cold edge” on my blankets when I was a kid.
This parody bit has been beaten quite dead.
I saw a huge, black Great Dane at the dog park once. He played nicely with my dog. I looked at his tag and read SATAN. Cute name, seemed to fit his appearance if not behavior.
Later I met the dog’s owners. I told them, “Satan is a really sweet dog”. They were shocked/aghast/freaked out. Seems they were extremely religious people who named their dog Satin. I had misread.
We were a real meat and potatoes kind of family, so I never even knew!
I can honestly say that Cosplay never came up.
…and Santa made him his ho-ho-ho?
“Betcha don’t think those reindeer are miniature now, eh Heneral?”
Where’s the Santana thread already so we can just get this over with?
ok now we’re really stretching.
I was in middle school when Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas was a smash hit, and they explained to me who he was and how far he had fallen. Like all 12 year old boys of my day, I loved the song.
