(Ok, I'm not really a witch, but I probably would have been burned at the stake in 17th century Salem.
I am a big fan of midwifery, pirates, and eating a peck of dirt before you die.)

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Result and a Musing

As promised. 
A cute dress/smock/tunic? for me.
It took more than the prescribed two hours.
But I did listen to my script while doing it.
So, half a point for me, half for work.
(Can't wait to wear it to work tomorrow with some cute capri leggings!)

And, yes, that is a picture of me on the shelf behind the left shoulder.
In 1970. on my 5th birthday.
In honor of my director telling us to do something for ourselves today, 
on our one day off 
(any answers about the "why only one day off" thing?),
I  shall muse on this picture for a moment.
I love this picture of me.
As a kid growing up on Cape Cod, 
I rarely dressed in anything other than t-shirts and shorts,
especially in the summer, when my birthday was.
Shoes were stupid by late June.
So to see me in a special white fancy dress
(and there was clearly some crinolin under there)
helps me remember the special-ness of this Day.
Birthday Number 5.
Five Whole Years Old.
And the flowers.  Clearly with some roots still attached. 
Yanked straight out of the ground, they must have been.
And why not, in late June,
demand from the Earth a few of her newly hatched buds
to accessorize a 5-year old wearing a rare white dress
on Her Birthday.
I'm standing on the deck of my house
(probably barefoot)
and I can smell the hibachi smoke getting ready for the 
"What do you want for dinner, Susie? HAMBURGERS!"
birthday dinner.
I'm smirking.
Smiling, but closed-mouthed, 
because, as a 5-year old, 
a big open-mouthed smile
(probably a few teeth missing)
wasn't representative of my being 
A Big Girl.
You can see my dimples, which my father always called
The Holes in My Cheeks.
I like to go back there, to remember and remind myself
of this pure moment
almost 42 years ago.

That was a sweet musing to give myself on this,
My Day Off.  
I hope you don't mind.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Alewife,
    That precious girl still lives on. What a peach you are!