Nostalgia

Text: Do you still have a fanny pack?
Me: I hope not.
Text: You used to have a lime green one, didn’t you?
Me: Don’t know. Why?
Text: I need one.
Me: You can come over and look around.


30 minutes later my daughter shows up to plow through the ski bin and the closets searching for a fanny pack. They are in high demand now, and the uglier and older, the better. However, the caveat is that you cannot be an old fart wearing it – you have to be young and hip and “with it” to pull it off. Seriously!

She was delighted to find two in our possession. I would have hoped I eliminated them years ago. Actually, they are quite practical. The European men wear them – still. Old and young alike. I know that’s not what the appeal is though.

Who knows what else they will drag out of the past to enjoy again. I guess I’m glad I kept my purple bag. I gave it to my daughter so she wouldn’t have to wait until it was bequeathed to her with the rest of the nostalgia filling our house. Luckily, we have an extra one for our son, too.