You Know Me?

Every time I look at a mirror, it startles me and I scream a little.

I walked into Sissy’s Beauty shop, told her what I wanted, and she did it. So, I should expect my hair to be different – right?  However, I am still surprised when I get a good glance.  Only Ziva, who knows its me by scent and the sound of my voice, has not looked at me strange.

I catch hubby staring at me. He is still trying to adjust and it has been 3 days. I apologize for not posting a photo of the “new” me. It’s not because I’m ashamed of the hair – I have not had a chance to gussie-up since my house-guests arrived.  Yes, I am that vain.

All my friends recognize me (from the front) right away.

This must be why they make you move when you go into witness protection. Changing your hair color to reddish copper won’t do it.

Jessica Rabbit

 

<— not me

 

A Happy Thanksgiving to all my fabulous Readers!!

♥  TTFN  ♥

Perceptions

I “borrowed” this photo from a friend’s Facebook post the other day. Or a couple of months ago – I am having issues with time lately. Regardless, the photo speaks volumes.  The first look told me it was taken during a float-trip. Not a surprise – my friends often go camping & floating in the summer. Missouri is not experiencing a drought and there are many lakes and rivers to play in.

HappyFeet

The second time I examined the photo, I noticed that the river was glass, reflecting its surroundings like a mirror.  The person(s) in the canoe were not rowing, but instead floating along in no hurry, kicking back and enjoying the ride.

It is also possible that the person belonging to the legs in the canoe is asleep and a different person took the photo from behind her or him. Maybe the legs belong to a jerk who is making his girlfriend (not for long) sit in the back and steer all day because she wasn’t putting out on this nightmare of a camping trip.

What I mean to say is this; we only know what the photo shows us. Our perception of the scene is uniquely ours, causing us to interpret, then feel an emotional response of some kind.

What do YOU see & feel when you look at it?

A Throwback Thursday Smile

Giggles & Bits are not happening this Thursday. A long story that I’m too tired to explain it all, but suffice it to say: The Quilt Faire is next week.

This afternoon, I was looking through photos to find one for an upcoming class, and I saw it!  The photo that makes me smile each time I see it, because it’s of me with my 3-year old granddaughter making Christmas cookies.  Mixing stuff and breaking eggs were her favorite things, until it was time to use the cookie cutters. Half of our fun was getting to wear our matching aprons, and watching each other to make sure the other one was not sneaking nibbles of dough.

making cookies

And don’t forget the VHS tape with all the good Christmas Specials – watching them while decorating cookies became a tradition that began in the 80’s.  I recorded the tape while making Christmas cookies with my daughter. She and I love it even more now, as we watch her girls enjoy it. They can’t understand why we laugh so hard when the commercials come on. 80’s commercials are really bizarre!

Both of us have grown since the day this photo was taken. She is now in Middle School and does not think every boy has cooties. Despite what her dad tells her.

I am retired now, and writing this blog, making quilts and trying to finish my novel.

I am really, really tired now.

  TTFN