Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Aren't these so very beautiful? Polished aluminum in its many forms has been known to make me swoon. Shown in this form, it completely gives me a case of the vapors. Since we are in the South, I'll say they give me the vay puhs.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
This photo makes me laugh like a hyena every time I see it. I’m the clown, clowns are funny. My witch friend is Cassie, we pretty much grew up together (at least from about 1 to 12). We are four in 1975.
I’m not sure why Cassie is looking at me and smiling other than I’m a clown and clowns are funny. I have no idea why I am smiling so intently. We are four so I’m guessing our camera hog gene was firing pretty rich back then.
When I found this photo last night, I laughed and laughed and laughed. It’s just so goofy. This photo is early evidence that I spent the majority of my youth living in overalls.
My laughter eventually breaks into tears. While I am happy Cassie and I had such rockin’ Halloween costumes and make up, I can’t help but think about our mothers who got us all dressed up.
If I remember the story correctly, our mothers met in a laundry mat. They were close in age, Cassie is a month older than I am and behold! Cassie’s mom and I share (as well as a very dirty, dirty democrat) the same birthday. Alas, being a young child, I didn’t really care about their womanly relationship, I was just glad to have someone to play with.
I too have known the joy of finding a friend, a best woman friend when I was a young mother. Her daughter is a year older than Elder Spawn. We met when they were about 4. We did lots and lots of stuff together when they were young and still liked us a whole lot. I think they still like us now but they keep us at a teenager’s arm-length. At all times. Unless they want something.
When I see this photo, I don’t really see us kids. I see past the children and look at two long-haired hippie-ish women sitting at the kitchen table talking about how to dress us up, what they have on-hand to dress us up with and which neighborhood they would walk us thru. They were probably listening to some kick ass music on the stereo I was never allowed to touch and maybe even drinking a glass of wine.
I did/do these same things with my best woman friend!!!
My heart bursts with pride and gratitude when I think about all four of us: at that same age, at that same period in our lives. I am so thankful for the example Mom and my other mom gave to me.
I am so thankful I was glad to find that kind of friendship as well.