Beauty Parlor Girl

When I was a little kid, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be the beauty parlor girl.

I wanted to do all the fancy ladies’ hair in buns and beehives and poofy curls for all the balls and parties they went to.  I knew I’d be good at it because my mama used to let me sit on the back of this very couch and brush out her hair, all the time. Sometimes she would even let me take her curlers out after the Dippity-Do was dry. I couldn’t mess with it too much after the rollers came out or the curls would go flat, but it was so much fun anyway.  Her hair always smelled so good.

One year for Christmas I got a real beauty parlor doll that I could practice on. In fact, before I was out of my pajamas that morning I already had that dolly’s hair in the sink for a good scrub. Everybody knows that’s the first thing that happens when you’re at a real beauty parlor.

Mama said, “Oh, you’re washing all her curls out so soon?” 

But Daddy said, “Aww let her go. That’s what the doll’s for.”

I knew I was going to put the curls right back. And I did, a million times over.

I know I brushed that doll’s hair within an inch of it’s life and sprayed so much Aqua-Net that it ran in her eyes. My hands we sticky for days. I used up a bucket of Dippity-do. Of course, Mama’s rollers and her brush and comb worked better than the pretend ones–so naturally, I borrowed them too. If I used too much stuff on the doll’s hair, it gave me an excuse to dunk her in the sink and shampoo her all over again. I don’t really think mama thought that part of the deal through, but she was sure patient about it.

To my surprise, the doll started to smell just like…my mama.

I loved it.

I looked it up the other day and do you know—that doll with all it’s fancy-schmancy beauty parlor stuff–the chair, the curlers, the play hair dryer and everything cost a whopping $9.95?

Considering my mama got $25 dollars a month for groceries–that was a pretty pricey doll.

I wonder if she was counting on all the free hair cuts and styles she’d be getting from me someday, so then it would hopefully all be worth it.

Yeah. Sorry about that Mom.

I sure love you.

 

 

{ The Family }

“All of us, single or married, are eternally part of some family—someway, somewhere, somehow—and much of our joy in life comes as we correctly recognize and properly develop those family relationships. We come to this earth charged with a mission: to learn to love and serve one another. To best help us accomplish this, God has placed us in families, for he knows that is where we can best learn to overcome selfishness and pride and to sacrifice for others and to make happiness and helpfulness and humility and love the very essence of our character.”

~John H. Groberg~

 

Avatar Kitty

This moment…

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives. A simple, special, memorable moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and keep close to my heart.

Happy weekend!

 

 

 

The Marmott House

If I had a way, or was just a little more tech savvy, I would show this entire post as a “flip book” so that you could get the real picture. Even then it would probably go too slow.

I’m not kidding.

Now, you all know I’ve had a million kittens over the past few years and posted merrily about them all.  Soft, sweet, cuddily, adorable–and they are all of that.

But…there is just something…different about this bunch. They’re kinda nuts.

I mean, the running, the jumping, the tumbling, the nipping, the climbing, the chewing, the going over, the going under, the going around, the going through, the bouncing off of everything, 

Kinda like a feline version of Super Smash Bros…

on crack.

And I’ll have you know that all this is–for the most part–going on…

at my feet!

So, what’s the big deal, you say?…Just go in another room, you say.

Well, sure, I could do that. But this is my office and this is where my desk is and where my computer is and where my crocheting stuff is and my sewing machine is. I TEACH MY ZOOM CLASSES IN HERE!!!

You’ve gotta picture that.

To say that they’ve taken over the joint would be a huge understatement. This room is usually quite tidy and I know exactly where everything is–but now, the only goal has been to keep things out of their reach…which is no small feat. These guys have Maine Coon blood in them and they jump like jack rabbits.

Oh, yeah, sure. Please take note of where MOM is during all this craziness.

Silly coward.

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Excuse that last bit. Kitten paws.

I left the room for 3 minutes.

Did I say they can jump?

The pet store lady tells me that they will happily take all five kitties as soon as they have room. They just have to sell…a bunny.

A BUNNY?!

My sanity is hanging by a thread because of a bunny?!!

I’ll keep you posted.

I might be buying a bunny.

Cheaper than therapy.

Heh, heh.

 

 

So Grateful For…

three layers of kittens…asleep. That’s the best part! Haha.

Pretty pink salt and pepper shakers. Because if you’re trying to have a pink kitchen…it’s a good place to start.

A matching butter tub. It was so dang cute that I bought…two.

Eggs fried hard….just the way I like them, with strawberries. Yummo.

My first fairy puzzle that was so fun and cute that I pulled it apart and put it back together again. Don’t you just love fairies?

Cheesy bread and roasted red pepper soup with black beans. Yummo again.

A sweet “love heart” from C that looked suspiciously like a kidney…but no, it’s a love heart…for me.

Lovely reminders of a lovely movie that makes me smile.

What are you so grateful for today?