Despite my early language obstacle, I learned English fairly quickly; however, my Russian roots followed me everywhere--particularly when it came to my attire. It would have been perfect if they dressed me in Baby Gap, but no, it was Baby Moscow all the way. I still have nightmares about the colorful wool tights they made me put on under everything. It is safe to say that while I was not the best dressed 1st grader, I was definitely the warmest.
I wasn't the only one who was privileged to wear the Russian garb in New York. Imagine my surprise when my father picked me up from school one day wearing a traditional Russian hunting hat. (They look a little like something Elmer Fud would wear). They are, of course, warm enough to keep any New Yorker warm, but are really made for those who reside in Siberia. And then, just when I thought it was all over, the hat slowly but surely made its way to my head. How much worse could it get?
Despite my early language obstacle, I learned English fairly quickly; however, my Russian roots followed me everywhere--particularly when it came to my attire. It would have been perfect if they dressed me in Baby Gap, but no, it was Baby Moscow all the way. I still have nightmares about the colorful wool tights they made me put on under everything. It is safe to say that while I was not the best dressed 1st grader, I was definitely the warmest.
I wasn't the only one who was privileged to wear the Russian garb in New York. Imagine my surprise when my father picked me up from school one day wearing a traditional Russian hunting hat. (They look a little like something Elmer Fud would wear). They are, of course, warm enough to keep any New Yorker warm, but are really made for those who reside in Siberia. And then, just when I thought it was all over, the hat slowly but surely made its way to my head. How much worse could it get?
