*ON HOLD* clutch me tighter ↠ chloë moretz & nick robinson

two ↠ curiosity

↠ (pic on top of our main chick, Sadie)

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↠ chap song // settle down - 1975

↠ Sadie's P.O.V:

My mother went into advertising. She prepared layouts for magazine and newspaper ads, and her lettering was admirably beautiful. She'd met my father at work and they dated for a very long time before he asked her to marry him. Her wedding dress was white, lacey and puffy. She and my mother moved into a house in Key West, a two-storey house with a nice backyard for a set of kiddie swings that would become my favourite place to play.

Mia became a well-known fashion designer. She had her own signature clothing line and clothes with her name in the high-end malls. And mother says she sits in the front row at stunning designer exclusives runaway shows, watching girls with high cheekbones amd thick moistened eyebrows slope down the catwalk wearing funky dresses she'd designed. She bought a modern house that was twice the size as our house, in a wealthier neigbourhood several miles away.

A year later, she bought her tremendous house in England and flew back and forth between the two. She'd met her husband at a fashion show and they dated on and off for a while before he asked her to marry him. Mum said that her wedding dress was a viridian green with emarald jewels which she created herself.

Mia said mum's emarald eyes were the inspiration of her dress. I saw a photo online of it once and couldn't decide how it made me feel because though it was gorgeous, it made my mother's dress look old-fashioned and quirky. It was in a class of its own.

Even after they got married, Mia and my mother remained bestfriends. They'd meet for coffee, shopped together, talked on the phone, sent cards and invited each other to one thing and another. Mia designed a dress inspired by one that my mother had worn as a little girl. She named the design after mum. She cut them out of magazines and they were printed and kept in a box, carefully treasured.

Every so often, I looked through them, leafing through the glossy pages. The seventies' barbie dolls stood behind a glass pane in a china cabinet in Mia's England house and the toy dolphins were on my mother's dresser.

Mia was the first one to find out that she was pregnant. She'd tease my mother about it saying that she'd beaten her to it and urging her to hurry up. My mother caught up quickly; at about three months later, she'd recieve the news that she was pregnant too. Mother had gone with Mia to ultrasound appointments and had been there when the technician asked Mia if she wanted to know what sex the baby was.

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Mia squeezed my mother's hand nervously; she was afraid that she was going to have a girl and the plan would be spoiled. But the technician pressed down Mia's stomach and informed her that it was a baby boy and mother laughed out loud ecstaticly. It was all going according according to plan.

"It'll be my turn too, soon", mother had muttered to the technician. "You'll be looking at my girl", she patted her stomach. When her turn came, the same technician brought my fetus image up on the ultrasound screen and announced that it has been confirmed that yes, she was looking at my mother's little girl. Mia and mum set aside dates for twinning baby showers.

My parents had decorated the nursery room for me, all in pastel pink. I would end up leaving it that way. The furniture changed as I grew, of course. When I hit my pre-teens, I started putting out posters and photographs of my own. But even now, I'm still pretty happy with my soft, cute wall.