Yeah, my posts have gone plain loco. It’s my own fault. I usually preschedule these things so they will automatically appear. So I would normally have 1-2 weeks already planned with stories. Unfortunately, I got so involved with writing my newest manuscript that I fell behind a little.
Last Friday, I was online putting in posts. Yet I forgot to reset the date for one. This is the reason everyone saw a post on Friday and not one on Sunday.
A head-slap moment on my part and my scalp is hurting from the pulled hair. But I’m back on schedule and raring to go, although I forgot I needed a post today.
What better way to waste blog space then to have a picture day from my youth!
Yes, the picture is from X-mas past. I don’t have a lot from my childhood, so I can’t really be picky over the fact that I’m showing these in the spring. I want your attention to focus on the dress.
I hated wearing dresses and skirts.
Not now, I could slap on a skirt just to lounge in during the day. Yet back then, I wore many dresses, especially to school. My closet was filled with hand-me-down clothes from my older sister. And I suppose it was the norm of society for girls to only wear them when outside in a public place - in the 1800's. It took me years to convince my mother it was all right for a girl to wear blue jeans so she could have fun on the swings or slides or playing kick ball during school recess. By the third grade, I could pick what I wanted to wear.
Puzzle me - puzzle you. I loved the jigsaws when growing up. I was an afficionado when it came these cardboard connecting pieces. The first I completed was a two-thousand piece. Hard as hard can be. It was one of those rural country settings. The people in bonnets and bow ties sat in the park with their bright park umbrellas while enjoying a summer picnic and listening to the jazz band.
I’ve done bigger puzzles. I’ve done round puzzles. Buildings. Dragons. Clouds in the sky.
Gawd! I was such a nerd growing up.
I just slapped this one on to show you my huge bugeyed glasses and those thick braids that I could use to knock out people’s eyes. On the shirt, a dancing pig in a tutu and plaid stockings is batting at several bees flying around her. The words say, “Don’t Bug Me.”
I was even surly as a kid. Amazing!