Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tragically Un-Hip

I am not hip.
And that's ok.
I am a grandmother.  
I wear Crocs.
And glasses.
And I have decided to never dye my hair again.
But every once in awhile, it's nice to feel, well, cool.
I was kind of cool once...


I was 17 and I rocked this tube top.  

Now my daughter Audrey - she's a hipster.  She wears the clothes that I love but would never dare to wear.

I pretty much live vicariously thru her wardrobe.

The other day she meandered into the kitchen in a sweatshirt that she had just doctored - she cut out the crew neck and it looked cool.  And I thought - why, I could do that and mentally shelved that idea away.

Yesterday I was feeling achey and sore throaty and shivery, so I reached into my closet to grab my green sweatshirt.

My green sweatshirt with Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd on the front of it.  I got it at a thrift shop for Mary more years ago than I care to remember.  After it fell out of favor with her, it just naturally found it's way to my closet.

I think I wore it to nearly every horse show when it was chilly - 

I also always wore this blue scarf....


And it was evidently the sweatshirt that was hanging out in the car because I wore it to the beach - on more than one occasion - 

Like this time - 

Check out that red hair and those glasses!!!
And this time - 

I have to admit that I added this picture because I think that Larry looks sooo great!

So it was just second nature to pull it out of the closet when I needed to snuggle down.  I yanked it over my head and after I knocked my glasses off I remembered the one thing that I hated about this sweatshirt - the stinking neck was too tight!

But wait - I had a remedy - if it worked for Audrey, it would work for me!

So out came the scissors and I cut that neckline out, and for good measure, I cut off the binding around the waist too. Of course,the whole time I was battling the thought of my ex-stepmom who was sitting on my shoulder horrified that I was cutting up a perfectly good shirt....

Afterwards I put that baby on and it felt soooo good.  So soft and comfy and sooo easy to pull over my head!

Then I looked in the mirror and sadly realized that I didn't look like a hipster at all.  Just an older lady with a cut up sweatshirt.

Audrey came home later and kindly suggested that it was probably the picture of Bugs Bunny that was doing the injustice - that if  I turn the sweatshirt inside out it might look a little more fashionable - you know,like something out of Soft Surroundings - so I did it and darned if she wasn't right - 

Sminky crawled right up on my shoulder and cuddled up and fell asleep.


Well there you go! 

At least my cats think that I'm hip.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Happy Anniversary - Back by Popular Demand!!

Larry and I will be married for 34 (that's THIRTY FOUR) years on Friday!!

I borrowed this from Audrey a couple of years ago because I love what it says about Larry and me and because I love how it is written.  I came across it by accident when I finished reading something else that she had written back when she was writing on the Bread and Circus website.
I read it.  Then I read it again with tears running down my cheeks.  Then I printed it out and made Larry read it.  And I feel the same way every time I read it!

Ok,  I am the one who wanted to read this again - 

I hope you all enjoy this as much as Larry and I have!!

Here's to thirty-four more years!!



My mom never takes off her wedding ring. Bathing, washing dishes, polishing the silver, dying her hair, painting the kitchen, gutting a turkey. The ring stays on. I would see her occasionally fidget with it, trying to pry it off. Unwillingly, it twisted up just enough to show a sun pardoned indentation, the result of twenty-eight years of solid location. Then she would slide it back into place, where it was simply another part of her finger, not a gleaming gold band.
She told me that, in her first marriage, she would take off her ring before doing any dirty or wet job. She was afraid of marring its shine or flawless surface, she said, but mostly I think she was just afraid of losing it down a drain… or up a turkey’s ass. She was staying with her in-laws while her husband was at basic training. Her mother-in-law always commented on how she would lose her ring if she kept taking it off. My mom brushed it off as one of many snarky comments. One day, before taking a shower, she took her ring off and left it on the sink. While she was in the shower, her mother-in-law came in to get something, lingered at the sink, and left. When my mom finished toweling off, she saw that the ring was gone. My mom confronted her mother-in-law, but the woman looked at my mom as if she was speaking a different language. All her mother-in-law said: “You’re nineteen years old, a mother, and a wife. You should be able to keep track of your belongings.”
My mom says that’s when she knew her marriage wouldn’t last.
I didn’t lose a lot as a child. I kept toys and books and school work, clothes and shoes and sunglasses. But I always lost rings. They’d end up at the bottom of the pool, or down the shower drain; or I would absently leave them on the sink after I washed my hands, walking away and forgetting I put them on in the first place. Sometimes I would put them on the night stand before bed, and not find them again for years.
Earrings, bracelets, necklaces, even belly rings and brocade pins always found their way back to my jewelry box. But I have lost every single ring I’ve ever owned. My mom wears one ring. And she never takes it off. As a kid, I firmly believed my mom’s ring was the strength that kept her marriage together. I was thoroughly convinced that if she lost that ring, I would lose my father.
And so, I thought that a ring would be the test for whether or not a man was to be “the one” for me. If he were to give me a ring, and I didn’t lose it immediately, he would be the keeper.  And I would never take it off, because I would want to keep him forever. Just like my mom and dad’s marriage, mine would be as strong and stable as the ring on her finger.
Today is their 32nd anniversary. Like their rings, their marriage has become an irreplaceable, permanent part of their lives. Something that they can twist and maneuver, but can never take off; something that gets marred and scratched, but still gleams. Best friends, partners, parents, but most importantly, two people who love, cherish and respect one another more with every year they’re together. They’re inspiring. And I’m beyond lucky to have been raised in their example.
Happy anniversary, guys.
We look like we're twelve!!!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Electronic Family

Just to prove that the babies never really stop needing you (or at least your wallet...)  I offer the following Facebook exchange between Audrey - and a few unwitting participants - and me!

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