the wrong side of the bed

i was thinking about my favorite cardigan the other day. it is grey with burgandy buttons. there was a time in my life when i wore it almost every day. there was also a time in my life in which i wore cardigans everyday that was even remotely cold. this was texas. i wore cardigans when it was in the 80's. this morning i put on about six different outfits before settling on the one i am wearing (it is quite odd, btw). i kept thinking, if only i had more cardigans! why did i get rid of my cardigans? why do i get rid of anything?

my friend molly used to have a green cardigan. it was soft and fuzzy. it was a little bit short. we traded cardigans for one week. i wore hers every day and she wore mine. i loved my cardigan more.

today i was googling myself. i found a post on a blog in which someone was actually looking for me. this is what it said:

Dorotha Harried if you are out there in the universe, this is your beacon. You spent 3 weeks dying your hair daily to get it the right shade of sea-foam green to match the bridesmaids dress for your sister's wedding and it was fabulous with barrettes and ribbons covered with glued-on paper cranes. You have style. Where did you go? Now you could have dyed your eyes too...

molly, this is you! you are looking for me! i haven't seen you in years. are you still wearing your green cardigan?

you know that if people google that text, they can find out your real name. right?

1. dorotha harried is my real name.

2. do people really care who i am? hmmmm... i suppose i could take the post down. i'm gonna think about it. this gives you a small window of time in which you might google the text and stalk me.