Meet Tiff and Sharon
Tiff and Sharon. They are my people. I met them over twenty years ago at summer camp. They came to Connecticut from Texas, prepared with trunks full of clothing and assorted accessories, like good southerners. Though I learned from them that Texas is not the South, it’s just Texas. I don’t know. I can’t even. Just go with it.
We forged strong friendships at camp that have lasted a lifetime. Sharon went on to become a special education teacher. She talked me off a ledge before and after every IEP meeting of Aidan’s early days. She helped me pick my battles and actually saved my school team from dealing with one hot mess of a crazy mama. Tiff is one of my Ya Yas. She took me on a shopping spree and to a spa after Aidan was born, pampering me and getting my head out of hospital mode. These are my call at 2am for any reason people. In fact, Sharon often called me late at night forgetting that I was both not a night owl and in a different time zone. Math is hard but it’s all good because that’s what friends are for (cue sappy music).
Let’s get back to the Texas thing. While I didn’t witness their big hair phase, I’m pretty sure they were state mandated to have one. They own make up bags the size of small suitcases by New England standards and Tiff rarely went to breakfast at camp without swiping on (rubbing on, putting on, throwing on, rolling on???) a fresh coat of lipstick. These amazing women were never afraid to get dirty at camp but they started each day looking great as their Texas gene required. We had many themed events at camp, from formal to toga, and they had the makings of an outfit for every one of them. I can’t complain about how much they packed because I borrowed their clothes on a regular basis.
Fast forward to my wedding week. Both Tiff and Sharon were there. It was about 30 minutes before we were to leave for my rehearsal dinner when they asked me what I was wearing. I replied that I wasn’t sure and would grab something from my closet. I think they both had a mini stroke. I’m apparently the only one who didn’t get the memo that a rehearsal dinner requires a new outfit. Ooops. And because they are my people, and this is a true story, Tiff whipped off her dress then and there and put it on me. She saved me from my sad sad mistake. Tiff, of course, came prepared with other options.
They are fashion fabulous while I am a fashion disaster. They say things like, “Bless your heart,” when they look into my closet. These amazing Texans are the only reason I’m not in a People of Walmart meme.
But I’ve finally found a fun option for me that will help Tiff and Sharon rest easy and I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow….