I'm watching the documentary about Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding - has it really been twenty years? I was a Peace Corps volunteer in 1994 so I was reading about it all in Newsweek several weeks late. The documentary did make some interesting points, though not fully explored, about the media coverage ("before O.J.") and the class difference between the two.
Last week we said goodbye to a dear friend who is now winding her way cross-country after years in DC. At the event I met another woman who listened to me talk about my new life with Baby Z and remarked that it sounded like I "have it all." HA!
Yesterday I went to a baby shower in a beautiful house in suburban Virginia. It was like being in a magazine or in Apartment Therapy. It was hard to believe that a real family with four active children lived there, but I saw the reality once the kids arrived home and the guests lingered, and the house went from picture-perfect to happy chaos.
That afternoon was absolutely beautiful (as was today) and we brought our lunch to Yards Park. Today we bought Baby Z's first pair of shoes (ignoring the price) and I spent 45 blissful minutes in Target by myself (MoBob, Baby Z, and MB's friend stayed at Starbucks). I couldn't help blurting at an expectant mom holding a pair of jeans that she'd have a hard time changing diapers but she put them in her cart regardless.
I didn't know there was a documentary. I do remember it playing out, though, and Tonya Harding was presented as a sort of low-life thug and Kerrigan was the ice princess. I will have to look at the documentary and see what it says.