the girl in the picture...

When I was a teenage boy (which I was obviously, no matter what I am now or what I will be), I used to like looking a pictures of girls.  What could be more normal than that?


Jason wasn't quite thinking what most teenage boys would be thinking though.  He was thinking - 'I really wish I was her'.  He certainly wasn't thinking he might be her one day - that wonderful possibility wouldn't even have entered his mind.


His friends would bring round pictures of girls and he would look at them and pretend to be excited.  Or rather he'd pretend the excitement he felt was the same they felt - he'd pretend to fancy them.  In fact he was thinking about their hair and makeup and clothes - or probably underwear because they were probably page 3 girls.  He was thinking about their bodies and their beings and their point of view. 


It was difficult for him to look at most of the pictures and feign the excitement.  Almost impossible if they had nothing on - he would try to pick out ones in which they were as covered up as possible, then it would be easier to focus on the clothes and what it would feel like to be them.


Something like the picture above would have been good.  And still is good.  Jaye doesn't think anything Jason wouldn't have thought.  The girl in the picture is from the fifties, she's doing nothing more glam than looking at a winkle stall (!) - but glamour isn't really a Hollywood thing - it's in the women you see all the time, that's where glamour exists.  It's an every day sprinkling of sparkle.


So, dress, little cute bag, white shoes.  She's about to saunter off with her bag of winkles...   Jason would have wanted to be her, yes.  


But now I can be her.  And this summer I might just buy a cute fifties retro outfit, go and find a winkle stall and hang around it for a while.


Jaye doesn't think anything Jaye wouldn't have thought.  But she knows she can be the girl in the dress...