I think the Flicker site is just amazing. The world is just running over with talented people and they have a place to put all that wondrous talent so all of us can appreciate the beauty they make. The rate the earth is flying toward hell it seems only right that we should have some beauty to stare at.
When I was growing up and roughly I might say, my mother was so Puritanical that I wore only matching. color coordinating clothes. From my fanny to the outside. Every thing matched or else. Else I didn't show my face out the door. She would not tolerate any embarrassment from me. Thus I was a tad rebellious with dressing myself. Other ways too of course.White underware and it had better be fresh and clean just in case I got in a car accident. It didn't matter that she nor I could drive and I did all my roving on foot. Years later working in the ER, every time an MVA came thru the door by ambulance I thought of them wearing panties that were not nice and clean and what a waste that was because of all the blood ruining them. See how our up bringing skews our perceptions as adults?
When I was about five years old I started hooking a rather large safety pen on the inside of my panties. I remember seeing my aunts panties and she had a safety pen hooked on them so I figured that was stylish. You might say we were raised a tad rural (hillbilly). Anyway, I started hooking this pen in my panties and remembering to take it out each evening. Yep, you guessed it, one evening I forgot and my mother found it stuck in there. My very stylish safety pen stuck in my grass stained panties. I had to wear dresses when I was young. I'm pretty sure it was so my mother could tell me from my male cousin. We both looked a lot alike. My mama called me into the garage, where the ringer washer stayed, and wanted an explanation for the safety pen. I was struck dumb because I had no explanation. When the questions erupted forth I finally told my mama that I saw my aunt Lucy with her underware on and she had a safety pen stuck in her panties and I thought it was rather stylish. The tirade started from my mother. That safetypen was to hold sanitary napkins and I damn sure wasn't old enough to worry about such things. I must have been too young for understanding what sanitary napkins were too. I came away without my safety pen and still confused.......I stayed that way for a few years. And, kids complain about how difficult growing up is today.
That story cracked me up!!!!
ReplyDelete