It all started, innocently enough, with a beautiful photo of a wonderful friend by an excellent photographer:
That evolved into a simple conversation on Flickr:
And then my imagination ran away with me:
The take-away:
1) I miss these gals.
2) I am SO ready for festival season.
3) I can’t believe they still like me.
So, I’m curious — what do YOU think Manise was doing with the stick?
ETA: Perhaps I should turn this into a contest? Since Cheryl, Manise, Beth & Laurie are such good sports (presumably… ), they can pick the best answer and I’ll send sock yarn.
April 28, 2008
MafiaMom is visiting for the weekend, and while chatting this evening, she figured out that I stopped blogging. Then she unearthed my general discomfort that Xifey has “someone monitoring” the blog and my Flickr.
After hearing that, MafiaMom had words for me:
“[Xifey]’s been a negative force in your life. She stifled you, and controlled you and sent you down the wrong path. Don’t let her continue to stifle you. People should be free to be who they are, and their partner should support that individuality. If she doesn’t like the blog, that’s too damn bad. Tell her to put her big-girl panties on and deal.”
Apparently this conversation is over, because her next statement was, “I like J. Jill.”
[Oh look, there's a butterfly ...]
And while my mother snores in the next room, I’m still sitting here with her words bouncing around in my head.
Perhaps this gorgeous photo, from the Frida Kahlo exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, will inspire me to move through the world with a teeny fraction of the strength, fortitude, determination and self-possession that Frida did. May Frida’s cropped hair be my sustenance, while my mother’s words push me forward.
April 26, 2008
