Back when I was full of vim and vigor and frankly a load of crap… when I was just a lass of about 11 or 12, I entered a contest that the Cache Valley Mall was putting on. It was a Mother’s Day prize package wherein a comittee would pick the best essay about one’s own mother and the mother of that essay winner would get several prizes… flowers, a session in the photo studio, etc. I entered… and for the life of me I can’t remember what I wrote that was so fascinating because it is lost for-e-v-e-r, but I ended up winning. Allow me to show you one of the prizes my madre reaped…
STOP LAUGHING!!! Them dresses are madre originals… sewn by hand… lace and everything. No matter that I look like Laura Ingalls Wilder about to accept the wagon wheel award for best haystacking. I’m also fascinated at the fact that all 3 of us have the same hair shape… kind of like a triangular frock of corn husks… or coneheads. And the most pathetic part of this picture? The glasses… they don’t have lenses in them. When I arrived wearing my regular pair of glasses… a poor 11/12-year-old going on 45-year-old with a crick in my neck, the photographer said that they wouldn’t do. My lenses were so big that the flash from the camera would make a glare on the picture… so instead of doing what any normal person would have done (aka take the glasses off and have the picture taken without them), we traipsed down the mall corridors to Baldwin Optical and found a similar pair of frames that I could borrow for said picture. I’m wearing an ugly pair of glassless frames, lace-frocked, coneheaded, and frankly embarrassed to have won anything! My mom hung the gigantic-sized version of this picture on our hall wall for many years… and then one day it up and suddenly disappeared. I don’t have a clue who would do such a thing to such a masterpiece… coughcough.
Happy Mother’s Day to my momma… your gift from me (besides the other gifts I gave you) is the re-emergence of this heart-touching picture. It’s like a gentle reminder that we were always nerds.
In even less interesting news, I walked in a parade this past Saturday in the wind and rain, uphill both ways with no socks or shoes with a too-small umbrella for my gigantic head.
Coughcough… April, I stole your picture… but look at me giving you credit. I carried this banner in my left hand and the umbrella in my right hand, and by the time I got home 4 miles later, my arms were stuck in those same positions for the rest of the weekend! Also, I resemble the BFG in this picture (oh you all have to remember the book The BFG… Big Friendly Giant!) Deal with it.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of my friends out there in mother land. I respect and admire your selfless, long-suffering, hard-working ways, and I know that you are all raising/have raised children to be proud of! I hope your day yesterday was filled with relaxation and chocolate… and love from your families.