Anh, an old friend I’ve known since our black ballet leotard days in junior high, is in the running to become the Sunglass Hut’s super enviable blogger at Full Time Fabulous.
Being judged by the likes of Bryanboy and Nitrolicious is no joke, and neither is the $100K stipend that Anh could earn for doing three things she has always done best: being impeccably dressed (Even in high school!), being approachable, and sharing her style. She has some fierce competition, so in the last couple of days it is our duty as loyal style Web readers to bring her to glory!
Check out Anh’s Full Time Fabulous blog and five-star/Facebook Like it up! Even if you weren’t reading my heartfelt plug right now, the well-curated content from her travels would draw you in. Amongst the other aspiring bloggers, Anh has a genuine quality that makes her stand out: She seems like a girl you’d go to lunch with. She’s friendly, sweet, and used to figure skate competitively, so yes, she is cool. Like ice. Hah!
The competition ends with the close of the month/year/my birthday, so get on it! Time’s a-wastin’, and Anh absolutely deserves this full-time gig.
Back to the old school.
I feel awful for not posting about this earlier, say, on December 1st, for example. I wanted to go into the back story of running into Anh, the most well-styled medical marketer in the world and blogger at 9 to 5 Chic, but life got in the way before I had a good chance to sit down and dish it out.
Fact is, there is a back story, and it clocks in at the age of an eighth grader! (Thirteen years.) Anh and I used to dance together in the same ma-and-pa studio. I think we got along because we weren’t the typical studio girls at the barre. I was destined to leave the competitive studio world (Good thing.), and Anh was more focused on figure skating competitively. Though we were both solid dancers, we weren’t as caught up in the pageant-like culture.
We went to the same junior high and high school, but Anh was a year older than me so I didn’t see her after her graduation. (As I write this I’m reminded of how a friend was trying to set me up with his friend for Winter Ball. I ditched my Freshman opportunity to attend Winter Ball with a sophomore to go snowboarding with a bunch of guys. Anh ended up going with that guy. Somewhere, I have the wallet-sized photo.)
Fast forward to my first job after college. I was working in SF and Bill and I had come upon our first Valentine’s Day together (This reminds me I also need to write that story down. So. Good.), so we took in some sushi at Metreon and then headed to the SF MOMA. As we entered the doors and advanced toward that stately stone-y stairwell, I noticed a woman looking at me. My nerves kicked in, though, maybe she wasn’t looking at me. She had these gorgeous large eyes that could have just looked like they were focusing in my direction. But she looked so familiar! I realized I definitely knew her. It was “Annie” (as I knew her back in school).
Even in the beginning of our relationship, though, Bill had actively told me how creepy my memory is for random people I’ve met throughout my life, so I was not about to out myself again. I shouldn’t say anything, I thought. I have a creepy memory and I am weird. I looked away.
She slowed down as we crossed paths and focused on me – for real now – and said, “Didn’t you go to Mission?” Redemption! Maybe my memory wasn’t so creepy after all. I replied, probably too rapidly, “Yes, you’re Annie, right?” We exchanged a couple of quick one-liner updates but the reunion was short-lived. The weighty pressure of significant others waiting on some Valentine’s QT pulled us apart and into separate exhibits.
I felt smiley inside, though. It’s nice to be remembered by people you remember. And as should be abundantly clear, I genuinely liked Annie as a person.
Shuffling a couple of years along again, last month I dragged Iris to Polyvore’s San Francisco Meet-Up at The Box. We had just heaped piles of hors d’ouevres on our plates and were casing out space on the main floor where we could be anti-social, when I saw a tall woman with large eyes looking at me. Oh, oh this is awkard, I thought. I hadn’t dressed appropriately for the occasion, which is foolish (even though it’s impossible to not be underdressed) when in the company of Webby fashion people: personal style bloggers, etailer personnel, Christopher Collins, and the like.
Melanie from Polyvore had pointed out the bloggers demoing Polyvore for me earlier, and the first that she mentioned was 9 to 5 Chic. That was her. 9 to 5 Chic was staring at me. So there I was trying to figure out why this woman’s features were digging into the memory part of my brain and also trying to reconcile why she seemed like she was doing the same, when I realized it was Annie!
She outed her memory first, “Mayka?” Shit, there were no other Maykas/Micahs around that I knew of, so it must be me. “Yeah, Annie?”
There. Our paths had crossed again. We caught up in emails after the meet-up, and I found out she married the man I saw her with at MOMA. Meanwhile, here I am living with Bill. That is some full circle funniness. Clearly, neither one of us ended up with that guy from Winter Ball.
What have I said about Fremont’s special crop of Mission grads? A vote for Anh is a vote for Fremont!