pink or blue?

 

 i can't believe i haven't told you this story yet. actually, yes i can. because this happened when i was about four or five and i would have had no reason to tell you. except! i saw this post and was reminded!

back in the day, my grandma made me all sorts of costumes. i was heavy into dress up and imagination games and she was a total enabler. i had an overflowing collection of gorgeous handmade princess dresses and capes - total costume nerd heaven. but perhaps one of the most clever pieces was a sleeping beauty skirt. it was a simple skirt that Velcro-d in the back and was meant to be worn with a leotard. but, much like the disney movie, this skirt had color options. one side was blue, another was pink. and i could change it at my leisure. it was incredible.

i may have to take a hiatus from this blog to recreate the magic of this skirt. it was seriously amazing. also: please enjoy this picture that has nothing to do with anything! you're welcome!

caillou and wings

 

i work for this man. sometimes. in a way. i spend a good deal of time with him in the least. he's kind of a whiney baby most of the time and his lack of hair is troubling but his animated dad is kind of cute. is that strange? 

i recently remembered that i didn't eat pizza as a kid. i was just not a fan. i rejected the personal pizza's given as prizes for book-it in favor of the oily salad bar. i was not jazzed up about pizza fridays. and at birthday parties, i had my own special meal. i was not a picky eater by any stretch of the imagination - it was only in dealing with pizza. and i almost treated it like a food allergy - i could have technically eaten the pizza but everyone made special arrangements for me to have something else. 

 'something else' was frequently chicken wings. at my best friend's birthday party in fifth grade (a pool party at the holiday inn) i got a massive plate of wings all to myself, complete with bleu cheese. i was eleven and in sweet-ass tankini, chilling by an indoor pool, taking in the intoxicating scent of chlorine and scarfing down an entire plate of wings. i was beyond caring about the sauce on my face, so i probably looked crazy, but i was in the zone. that was total bliss.

i can't believe i almost forgot about such a perfect moment.