I just HAD to share my 1972 picture with Santa. Rich’s downtown Atlanta — and yes the Pink Pig was of course ridden in fear.
I was skeptical of Santa at this point… much to my mother’s mortified face as I looked at his beard and taped on white felt eyebrows. I think the camera caught this too. You think? I remember thinking ‘Dude….I don’t think that beard is real’ which I completely voiced to my parents in the car on the ride home. I loved that dress too. The Peter Pan collar with three buttons. The French cuff sleeves (I had no clue what French cuff sleeves were at 7 but I obviously loved it even then!).
Christmas changes for everyone through the years. I do believe in the spirit of the season. Whatever you celebrate. Make it magical. Find your Christmas Cheer for everyone to see and hear! (I got that from the movie ELF which is ONE of my favorite holiday movies…. exactly).
From my home to yours – I hope magical moments are abundant… and if they aren’t…MAKE SOME!
I woke up this morning in an enchanted land of quilts, beautiful art, whimsical dishes, french pressed coffee and a wonderfully playful red-headed wackadoodle best friend who I adore. I’m the cheese to her macaroni — her nickname is Anda Panda Macaroni. Don’t ever get too old to be silly with your bestie. You’re missing out if you do.
I drove into Atlanta (the song from the B52’s ‘Atlanta Hwy’ always in my head when on I-20 – I got me a car it’s as big as a WHALE… :::wiggling toes merrily:::::) to handle some business. Once the business part was over I headed to see ‘The Uncles’ and get my uncle fix — #UncleLove – meet the girls for dinner then sleep over at Panda’s house. The grandkids room is up a narrow winding staircase that over looks the tops of the trees. It’s really like a little treehouse room. Filled with quilted beds, toys, books art, posters and so much more! I walked to the end of the room where a bedside light was already on to welcome me. My puffed quilted bed was already pulled back. Dreamy sigh. La-de-dah-de-dah. Indeed.
Girlfriends have ALWAYS played a very important part of my life. The Uncles do too and though they would like to count as girlfriends technically they don’t have the required girlfriend parts (at least not that I’m aware of…ahem). Giggling at that. Lordy.
After a wonderful dinner catching up with three very important girlfriends… Anda locked up and I meandered up to my ‘attic nest’ to retire for the evening. My lips curled into a smile as I made my way through the dim light to my patchwork quilted bed. My bedside lamp glowed warmly as I curled up to read. I quickly realized that wasn’t going to last long. I reached over turning out the light as moonbeams filtered in through the window where my bed was perched underneath. Rain drops tipped and tapped making my nights sleep restful and sound.
‘Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast’. — Queen of Hearts, Alice in Wonderland.
I texted Anda when I awoke to let her know I was headed down to make coffee = french press style. She tends to scream (loudly) when startled. You understand my text now.
We giggled over morning coffee and Facebook updates. I in my pink lounging pjs with the white pin-stripes and Panda in a thick robe and red hair sticking up all over the place. Surrounded by treasures from estate sales and coffee cups…. life is wonderful.
We met more friends for coffee at Rev Coffee (with the hidden bar in the back — love it!). I headed back to Birmingham and my love – W. Fun to get away — great going back home. Although I have two homes really. Historic College Park and now Birmingham with W. Life is wonderful. Truly.
Girlfriends fill your heart and spirit. Thank you to all my dear friends who add so much to my world!
I remember being oh… maybe 10 or 11. I was a very observant adventurous kid — I soaked in knowledge, people, places and things. Overtly curious (much to my parents chagrin and energy level at times- ahem). I loved learning and sharing with whomever I could. It’s not something I could help actually – it excited me then and now to share (why would I want to stop anyway – LOL). Back to my being 10ish — I had a new book (something about Egypt and King Tut if I remember correctly). I was mesmerized with the pictures of this foreign land. I read and reread. I shared this information (possibly adding to it just a bit of scare factor) with a my cousin who was close to my age. He sat quietly with large eyes listening to everything I had learned (which I think then went into something about King Tut being a zombie and coming out at night – did I mention also I have an over active imagination?). It was a great story – which also scared the snot out of him which then led to a talk from my mother about not scaring my cousin. Smack. I was trying to entertain not scare him. Jeepers.
Getting back to this — I’m a connector — I love sharing with people and connecting them with people places and things. I’m hard-wired. There’s a book called The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell. I highly recommend you read. We fall into either a connector, maven or salesperson. Sometimes we are a bit of each or spill over into some of the other categories.
As you see, I’ve shared this information with you — and hope you connect with it. :::::wink wink::::::