Getting the band together-
The daily prompt reminded me of a moment in time, music and fashion. In 1968, with strawberry blonde hair almost to my waist and bought my first car. It was a pumpkin colored Fiat spider convertible. My favorite boots were thigh-high and orange, matching the car. My favorite dress was an orange knit turtleneck mini-dress. I once saw a picture of me taken in this outfit leaning against my dear car. The actual picture may be long gone but in my mind’s eye, it is still very clear. These were the days before I worried about sunscreen, the convertible top was always down even in the winter – sunglasses, the wind in my hair and “Sargent Pepper Lonely Hearts Club Band” blaring from the radio. I feel younger just by remembering!
Please excuse the potty references but it is a dog diary…..and funny.
Time to find my & your inner child!
I believe I have a magic hat- really I do. It is a fairly unassuming ring of gold fleece. I spied it in a local consignment shop called Serendipity. It matched my winter coat and I needed a hat. I learned all the traditional warnings about lice etc. in used hats but I slid it on my big head. It fit perfectly and covered my ears without being tight. Within a few minutes 3 strangers in the store suggested I buy the hat. So I did. The first time I wore it I noticed other drivers smiling at me upon passing- more than usual even when I am singing aloud. At the dog walk strangers seemed particularly friendly. It was Thanksgiving day when I knew the hat was magic. Drivers still smiled, one stranger even honked and waved. (I did pull over to see if I had a tire going flat or something.) Everyone at the dog walk smiled at me, strangers made conversation and one couple even yelled a greeting across the ball field. The weather cooled and I did not get a chance to wear the hat for more than a week. I started to question my magic hat decision and think of other more rational reasons. Then I wore the hat again- the same phenomenon happened! What fun, I wish I could wear it everyday- does magic wear out?
3 Little Words……..“I Love You” comes first to my mind- some folks find it hardest to say. Harder for me has been “Please Help Me.” I found the mindset that woman could do anything they set their mind to do and still believe that now. Many years ago I took this to an extreme by living in a house with no running water, an outhouse (I dug) and the only source of cooking and heat was the woodstove. I cut and split my own wood (with help) and lived there for a year carrying water home every day. You would never have known how I lived if you had seen my 100lb sweet self. I decided to opt for easier life and moved in town with all the luxuries. Three months later I had the car accident that changed my life. I was grateful for immediate help and I healed in my way. Things that drove me crazy were things like not being strong enough to open a window, open a stuck or heavy door or just get the lid off of a jar. I did grasp how lucky I was but “Please Help Me” was the hardest lesson.