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I know I'm already over 40 but today I reached a new low

Oh, help me.

I thought this day would never come.

But, evidently, it has sneaked up on me, and here I am:

Ya'll.  Today, I stopped in at the Pendleton store, and I actually LIKED STUFF.  I mean--I liked a LOT of the stuff in there.

And when I say "stuff" I mean--clothes.

Yes, yes, this is the Pendleton store that is famous for its wool.  Thick, knitted wool sweaters of every hue imaginable.  And to match those sweaters, understated dress slacks with forgiving pleats in conservative blacks and navys, and even the racier houndstooth check.

Now, please don't get me wrong.  Pendleton makes wonderful wool products.  They practically set the standards for upscale wool clothing and blankets.

But, what they don't set the standard for? Trendy and fashionable dressing.

Warm? Yes.  Sensible? Yes.  Well-made? Yes.

Fashions for the young and/or young at heart?  Not so much.

As I was browsing through the store, I was just so surprised at how many of the colorful knits, and jackets, and skirts I liked.  Their bright colors and classic lines just drew me in.  I couldn't believe Pendleton had so many GREAT items!  How have I missed shopping here all these years?

And, then it hit me. 

These clothes that I thought so pretty wouldn't appeal one single bit to an...er...ah...Well, to a younger woman, if you must know.  

Dangit.  I'm old.  And now I like old lady clothes.

I guess I shouldn't whine and complain too much...   I mean, the type of item I bought isn't exactly fashion-forward.  I bought a hot pink fleece vest--you know--my signature look for winter.  

And, I gotta tell ya--that fleece vest is everything Pendleton is known for: Warmth, quality, and sensibility.

Gotta run.  I need to stop in at the SAS for some walking shoes to match my new vest.

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21 Years Ago...Wedding Pictures

Take a little journey back in time with me, if you would.  Today Dave and I celebrate 21 years together.  In honor of that celebration, I'd like to re-visit some of our wedding day pictures.

But, first, I must warn you:  The 1990s were in FULL EFFECT.  I'm talking big hair, big floral prints, big flowers.

Oh, but would you LOOK at that sweet, and YOUNG couple?  And, likewise, their YOUNG parents!

 

Oh, and how I love this next picture...my sweet grandmothers.  Boy, were we relieved when my Gram Young wore her pretty church shoes...instead of her big comfy tennis shoes, like she said she was going to wear.  I sure miss my grandmothers...

 

And take a look at these little cutie pies!  Now, they are beautiful grown women...

 

Please take note:  If I die anytime soon, I sure would like to have any of these musicans sing or play at my funeral.  They were AMAZING.   Plus, I loved them dearly.

 All right--BRACE YOURSELVES.  You are now about to enter a FLORAL DANGER ZONE!!!!!!  

Otherwise known as:  My bridesmaids.

Remember--it was the 1990s, when Laura Ashley, and bold floral Waverly prints were the style.  Oh, but each one of these girls was SO DEAR to me.  Even to this day, I love each of these girls dearly.  (Those are my 2 sisters to the left of me)

 

Now, brace yourselves for a whole buncha COOL DUDES.  (That's how we talked in the 90's)

I love these guys like brothers.  Well...one of them I don't love like a brother.  No siree--I love one of them not at ALL like my brother. (Uh, my husband!)

Seriously, Dave has some wonderful friends!

It's a CRYING SHAME these fellas didn't pose for their picture like they way they walked down the aisle. Those crazy guys decided NOT to wear SOCKS.  Well...except for the one who thought it would be funny to wear WHITE TUBE SOCKS.

 

Ah, and here is the whole wedding party.  This picture just makes me feel BLESSED to have such dear friends and family standing up with us that day.

 

This next picture is one of my favorites...  Plus, I really love trying to figure out who everyone is from the back of their heads.

 

This last picture, I leave you with a glimpse of Dave JUST BEFORE he walked out to marry his bride.  

As you can see...Dave was very nervous about getting married, and could think of nothing else before committing his life to me...His thoughts were consumed with the lovely bride about to walk down the aisle and put her hand in his...for rest of eternity...

Yep--Dave was CHOWING DOWN on a burger he had conned one of his friends into running out to purchase.  Even better is the fact that he is eating one of my all-time favorite burgers in town:  A Minute Man burger.

How fitting:  Because in about A MINUTE, he is about to get married.

Happy Anniversary,  My 11 Billion Minute Man!!!  

(Heck yeah I added it up!)

(NO, not in my head, dummy.  I'm a blogger, not a mathematician)

(P.S. For you math NERDS, please do not check my work.  It's approximate.  I cannot be bothered to figure in things like leap years and stuff.) 

(P.P.S. I have nothing else to say.  I just liked the idea of adding a P.P.S.  You can guess why...)

 

All photos in this post are by W.I. Bell Photography

A Couple of Things I'm Into Lately

I love hearing about new products--or just new to me products--that other people are enjoying.  I thought I'd share a few things I've been enjoying lately.   

 

 1.  This is not the tanning lotion of the 1990s.  Gosh, I distinctly remember the icky smell of that stuff...that stayed with you all day long.  My sisters turned me onto the Jergens Natural Glow--and it is just like putting on lotion after my morning shower.  Uhh...well that was brilliant.  This IS EXACTLY like putting on lotion--because it IS lotion.  It has a pleasant smell, and best of all, makes my boss wonder if I'm sneaking off to the pool during work hours to work on my tan.  Currently, I'm using the lighter variety, but I really think I could use the darker one.

 

2.  Ya'll know I am ALL ABOUT my snack food!  I picked this bag of Great Value Tropical Trail Mix on a whim.  I couldn't find the Cajun variety, so I decided to give this one a try.  Boy, oh boy, was I pleasantly surprised!!!  This is like eating CANDY.  Only, you get to feel HEALTHY, because it's dried fruit.  Oh, it very well may have just as much sugar as a Snicker's bar--but I'm certainly not looking on the back of the package to find out.  No sirree.  I am eating FRUIT, and that's all there is to it!  The sugared pineapple chunks and banana chips are my favorites!

 

 

3.  G2 powdered mix - In case you didn't know, G2 is Gatorade's low calorie performance thirst quencher.  I have been re-using a water bottle, filling it with half the powdered mix (half the calories), and chilling it until after my morning run.  It is SO REFRESHING!! Grape is my favorite flavor--but I haven't found one I dislike.

 

 4.  Maybe I have developed an iron deficiency this summer, because I am LOVING crunching on some ice lately!  Too bad Sonic is a 30-minute drive from our summer camp... But, lucky for me our dining hall has ginormous ice machine.  

 

 

5.  Just in case you think this post sounds like somebody has kidnapped me, and exchanged me for a healthy girl--not to worry.  My fridge is full of icy cans of Coca Cola, and I have a stash of peanut M&Ms in my sock bin.  (A girl's gotta hide her valuables!)

 

So, what are YOU into lately?

My Favorites from the Oscars

Before I show you my favorite dresses from the Oscars, I feel impressed to post a disclaimer. 

Billy Crystal said it best in one of my favorite quotes of the night in his opening monologue:  "We're here at the beautiful Chapter 11 Theater to celebrate a holiday tradition that not only creates memories for the ages, but breeds resentments that last a long time...Nothing takes the sting out of a recession like watching millionaires present each other with gold statues."

I realize we watch movies to escape reality for a moment, and live in the magical world on the big screen before us.

Much in the same way, we escape the Sunday night reality to live for a few hours in the magical designer dresses and jewels, and witty banter on the screen before us.

The older I get, the more I realize I prefer my reality.  Oh don't get me wrong...I'd love to be able to pay off my home mortgage, and not to get a knot in my stomach when paying bills each month.  Sometimes I'd love to have a stylist, and a trainer, and a personal assistant, and a maid.  But, I'm guessing the magical moments and magical designer dresses on the  television screen aren't all they're cracked up to be, either. 

I have a strong suspicion those skinny actresses in their lovely designer dresses weren't munching on pizza and chips Sunday night, like my girlfriends and I were.  Probably many of those girls ate a stick of celery, and were wearing a whole lot of spandex.  Me?  I was wearing sweat pants.  In fact, my reality is a lot like those navy sweatpants I was wearing:  Laid back and little bit slouchy, but completely comfortable and  relaxed.

Oh, but don't think I'm on a soapbox here.  Because guess where I was Sunday night?  Sitting in front of the t.v.--watching the Oscars.  And loving every moment of it.  Feeling swept away by the creative montages, the hilarious jokes, the genius of Billy Crystal, and of course--the beautiful dresses!

So, let's get on with it!  Here are some of my favorite dresses of the night...

 

Top pick, hands down:

Emma Stone in her stunning, yet simple red flowing dress.  Simple hair, simple makeup: elegant!  Her Presenter banter with Ben Stiller was hilarious!  Love her!!!

And in no particular order, some of my other favorites...

  Cameron Diaz

 

Kristin Wiig

Lara Spencer

 

Lea Thompson

 

Octavia Spencer

 

Maria Menounos

 

Natalie Portman, in her elegant 1954 Christian Dior gown

 

And, now, for MY OWN, very special Oscar Awards...

*drum roll, please*

 

Actress's waistline most likely to resemble my wrist...

(except my wrist may be a little pudgier)

The beautiful, the witty, the very skinny Kelly Ripa

 

Actress most likely to slip out of her dress...

(and not in a good way)

Honey, your bosoms are showing Jennifer Lopez

 

Actress most likely to play a super hero

(But, looked simply lovely when she removed her cape)

 

Presenting Super White Girl powered by celery sticks Gwyneth Paltrow

 

Actress whose hair weighed more than her dress

(Which, by the way, is stunning)

You won't recognize her when her hair's wet Esperanza Spalding

 

Actress's leg most likely to get chilly

Or...

Actress most likely showing off her right leg in every photo of the night

Makes me wonder what's wrong with her left leg Angelina Jolie

 
To be honest...I didn't even get to watch all of The Oscars this year.  So, goodbye witty banter and beautiful dresses...  Goodbye sweatshirt wearing friends hanging out, and goodbye pepperoni pizza.  Back to reality... The reality that I'd promised to help my daughter type a paper and study for a grammar test.

A little escaping and a little magic is fun for a while.

But, reality is always there waiting for my safe return.

Did you escape reality last night?

Who were some of your Oscar Night favorites?

Friday Five: Moles, Movies, Cards, and Junk...

In case inquiring minds want to know...or even if they don't, here are 5 things I've been up to this week.

 

1.  Today, I felt like I was inside an old-school video game.  I was one of the little aliens in Space Invaders, and the mean ole dermatologist zapped me over 100 times.  Okay, he used liquid nitrogen to freeze off some moles/skin growths.  (Sorry, do the words "skin growths" make your stomach tense up?  I agree.) 

I'm sorry. Did you see that number above?  100 times.  Have you ever been stung by a bee?  Multiply that by 100.  Dang, it hurt.  Hurt 100 times in a row.  At one point, I asked the doctor, "Am I supposed to say 'Uncle or something?'"  So now, for about a week, my neck and back look like I've got the Pox or the Scaly Mumps.  I thought of posting a picture...but I guess I have a teeny shred of dignity left, and decided against it.  But, if you see me in public, feel free to ask to see the war zone on my neck.

 

2.  I've seen more movies at the theater recently than I have in a very long time.  Here are the movies I've seen:

War Horse--loved it!!  However, sensitive viewers beware--some scenes are difficult to watch.  I loved the storyline, and learning something I'd never thought about--how horses were used in the war.

New Year's Eve--thoroughly enjoyed it!  I didn't know what to expect, and hadn't even seen a preview of this movie beforehand.  I LOVED all of the cameo appearances.

Joyful Noise--loved, loved it!!!  Now, this movie was predictable, and I knew that going in.  I just let myself enjoy Dolly Parton and Queen Latifah.  What I didn't expect?  The amazing voices, and just how much I would enjoy the music.

 

3.  Here are the upcoming movies I CAN'T WAIT to see:

Red Tails

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The Iron Lady

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and I still haven't seen Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol

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4.  I've played 2 card games recently, and I have LOVED both of them.  I don't always love games...especially games that require counting or keeping track of scores.  (Like Nertz--my brain just doesn't work as fast as my opponents, I guess.)  But, recently, I played Spoons and Golf (the card game), and thoroughly enjoyed them!

 

5.  On Saturday, we are joining in a HUGE INDOOR garage sale.  Please come by and buy some of our junk.  And, if my husband's not looking, I may even GIVE you some...just to get rid of it.  You may remember how MUCH I despise garage sales...

 

That's it for me!  What have you been up to this week? 

Happy New Year from our Awkward Family...to Yours

 Oh, I know that New Year's was days ago.  But, I needed a good title in order to show ya'll our family's Christmas picture.  I couldn't very well have said "Merry Christmas," now could I?  Christmas was like, so last year.

I was kind of proud of this year's family portrait.  First of all, you should know that I really DISLIKE having my picture taken.  Well, that's not true exactly.  What I dislike is SEEING my picture.  I am a good 20-lbs lighter in my mind...so when I see a picture of myself I think, "WHO is that girl?"  Anybody else have this issue?

Anyway, I may not like taking normal pictures of myself...but I DO LOVE taking FUNNY pictures.  (Remember, I am a crazy woman.)  So, this year's Christmas picture was right up my alley.  Just in case you don't "get it"--our picture is a play on the popular book/website Awkward Family Photos.  (If you haven't ever checked out the book or website, you HAVE to.  There are some HILARIOUS photos!)

Enough talking now.  Here is our family photo for 2011's Christmas card...

 (click on the picture to see it even BIGGER and BETTER!)

 

On the inside of our Christmas cards, I did include a real picture of our family.  Our good friend Janna Goodwin did a FUN photo shoot one afternoon, and this is one of my favorites.  If she'll give me permission (hint hint!), I'd love to show you some others she snapped (including the one now sitting on my fireplace mantel  *swoon*).  That girl is like a Rembrandt with a camera!!!  If ever you need an amazing--and very fun!--photographer in the Branson area, please give Janna a call.  Really, your family will have a blast with her.  This may have been on of the first family photo shoots where my armpits were not sweaty from the STRESS of telling my girls to behave and SMILE at the camera, dangit.

(For my Kanakuk readers, this picture was shot in the K-1 Council Ring.  O-Way-Uh, O-Way-Uh...   Smile.)

Happy New Year, dearest readers!  I hope your new year isn't filled with too many awkward moments...

A love letter...of sorts

Dearest P.T.,

I have loved you for a very long time.  Looking back, I don't remember a time I didn't love you, and depend on you.  At the end of a long day, sometimes all I can think about is coming home to your comfort. 

I hope you understand how sometimes I ignore you.  Sometimes I wonder if I am outgrowing you...  But, then, in another moment of weakness, I succumb to your charms.  And, boy, are you irresistible!  I find that the more I ignore you, the more I miss you. 

I see women who seem to have never had a P.T. like you, and I wonder how they can live without you?  How do they go entire days and weeks without your comfort?

Oh, but I must be honest.  You aren't always my everything.  Sometimes I share my love and admiration with Bobby.  And Bobby's brother, too, Bobby #2.  They just seem to fill a void that you cannot.  I know you don't think much of the Bobbys.  You think they're so rigid and uptight.  But, maybe that's why I need them.  Their uptightness is what help hold me together when things get crazy.  

But, don't worry, dear P.T., I will always love you.  I know that someday I will have to give you up.  I know that you rarely spend time with older women.  And when you do--I have to be honest--you usually look silly together.  I just don't want that for us.  I want us to stay together as long as possible.  I don't know now if that will be until I'm 50, or 60, or 70...but know that I will always remember you fondly.  And I promise--I will hang onto you as long as is socially acceptable.

And for all the years we have left, my P.T., I remain

Yours,

MarytheKay

P.S.  I'm enclosing our picture as a testament to my devotion.

 

What in the WORLD is all this silliness???  Well, I blame it entirely on Mama Kat, who suggested a fun writing prompt this week:

Write a love letter to someone, or something. 

And, so I did.  And, I was being completely honest.  I do LOVE my ponytail!!! 

Thanks for playing along!  Hope I didn't alarm too many of you at first...

Now it's YOUR turn!!  What item/thing would YOU write a love letter to?

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TOP TEN Ways I'm a Fashion Loser

(I would like for the whole world to note that in 1987, I could tie a bandana around my waist.  Yes, I sure could.  Thank you for noticing.  And thank you for not looking for a bandana around my waist anytime in the near future.  The end.) 

 In honor of all the Easter gussying up everyone did, I thought it would be appropriate for me to step out and confess to the world how--even though I would love to be stylish and hip--I am a fashion drop-out.  Because guess what?  Would you like to know what joyful and beautiful colors I wore for Easter Sunday?  I wore charcoal trouser pants and a slate grey blouse.  Now, isn't that cheery?  I felt like I had a good reason for my drab outfit...I just didn't have it in me to wear my white linen skirt in the pouring down rain.  I figured white linen skirt + rain = embarrassing moment waiting to happen.

Plus...maybe I didn't feel like ironing it.  Maybe.

So, while I'm on a roll confessing my fashion loser status, I might as well get it all over with, and come clean.  Here are the TOP TEN ways I just might be a fashion loser:

(Oh, save your confessions for the end...it's my turn first!)

10.  I can't for the life of me blow-dry my hair with a big round brush.  Okay, I exaggerate a little.  I just can't BEAR to take the time to section my hair 900 times and blow-dry 1 centimeter of hair at a time.  I just can't do it.  I can't and please don't make me I just might go crazy if I had to do it that way.  I'd rather have frizzy, ugly hair.  There, I said it.  I feel better.

9.  Plus, I'm over 40 and *said in a whisper* still wear ponytails.  I know.  I'm a hair loser.  But, my stylist Charity still loves me.  And accepts me for all my hair issues.  Plus, it keeps her in business.  And she can blow-dry like a professional.  Because, well, she is one.

8.  Because I blow-dry my hair like it is still 1987, I use a curling iron.  Yes, they still make those things with the round barrels.  But, I have to order it from a catalog called Finger Hut. 

7.  When getting dressed and I notice a stain on my shirt, most times I will still wear the shirt...and hope people think I *just* got the stain.

6.  I think that what #7 also means, is that I often wear dirty clothes.

5.  When getting dressed for the day, I frequently use the word "eh" when peering in the mirror.

4.  I like to select my daily outfit by the level of comfort it brings to me.  Shoot, isn't that the motto for SAS Shoes?  I'm doomed...  (I wonder what rubber-sole sensible shoe SAS would suggest pairing with grey sweats?)

3.  In warm weather, I wear Chaco sandals daily.  Which, come to think of it, is the hipster's version of SAS Shoes. 

2.  The fact that I just called myself "a hipster."  Curvy hips, maybe.  Hipster?  Survey says:  BONK.

1.  I buy my make-up in stores that also sell toilet paper and automobile tires.

 

Oh, but, good news, people!  Evidently, I am not alone in my fashion status.  My sister just told me that she thinks I dress CUTE.  So, at least my sister and I can grow old together...in our grey sweats and stained shirts.  Plus, we will provide wonderful moral support for each other when selecting our first SAS shoes.

 Come on, now--it's YOUR TURN TO CONFESS!!  What is your worst fashion faux pas??

Throwback Thursday--It's 80's Prom, Baby!

 I don't know if your town has had Prom yet, but ours did a couple of weeks ago.  It's been so much fun looking at all the pretty Prom pictures online!  I have to say--it made me a little nostalgic...

So, in honor of that nostalgia, I thought I'd share my Prom pictures.  But first--guess who STILL has her Prom dresses???  Oh, yes I do!!! 

Before I show you the truly retro 80's Prom pictures, I thought it would be fun to have a photo session with my girls.  When I asked if they wanted to try on my Prom dresses, they ran to my bedroom closet before I could even finish the sentence.

I bet their daddy will not like these pictures.  (Sorry, honey!)  I am sure these pictures will conjure up for him visions of shotguns and large redneck men threatening skinny adam's apple boys...already terrified of some certain girls' crazy-eyed daddy.

I hate to say it...but I think my husband will rather enjoy terrifying interested boys ringing our doorbell.  But, I guess daddies do need things to look forward to, don't they?

So, here are our precious darlings that caused their daddy to tell me way back when I was first pregnant with them...  "I sure hope I don't have to go to prison some day because of some boy."

First, I would like to introduce you to Sara Beth, who is modeling her mama's Junior Prom dress of a pastel pink moire taffeta.  This Mrs. Hanry couture dress has a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps, with a dropped waist cascading into a 2-tiered ruffled tea-length skirt.  The outstanding feature of the dress is the over-sized bow on the back of the dress that Mrs. Hanry herself designed.  This dress is a classic example of the preppy year 1987.

 
 

Our next model is Rebecca.  Rebecca is modeling a Senior Prom dress of black satin with a black lace overlay, fabrics specially selected from Hancock Fabrics for this very occasion.  This dress is also a Mrs. Hanry couture, featuring a strapless sweetheart neckline of the shiny black satin.  The fitted bodice gathers gently at the waist to fall into a full tea-length skirt with a lace overlay.  This dress also features the dramatic over-sized bow, once again a Mrs. Hanry original design. 

 
 

 
 And without further ado, I present to you...1987, in all of its glory!!!  Please welcome MarytheKay and her dear friend Stacey!  MarytheKay and Stacey met on the first day of junior high, and were the best of friends all the way through high school.  How fitting that we have prom pictures together.  *smile*  (I miss you, StayJack!!!)
Okay, do you see the pink high tops?  Yes, I was very proud of those shoes. Actually...I wore pink dyeable heels (of course), and took the high tops to change into.  Oh yeah--tha's a dancing girl you see there!!!  I am very sad to say that I can't find my Junior Prom picture with my date.  Junior Prom was actually my FAVORITE dance...with none other than John David.  (Little shout out to John David! I'd better shout loudly...I'm pretty sure he doesn't read this blog!)

 

Drum roll for the Senior Prom, folks...  Please help me usher in 1988, in all of its glory...

Sadly, no high tops for this dance.  I am sure you're not looking at my shoes, though.   You're looking at my hair--wondering how in the heck did I get it so tall?  I hate to confess...that is natural cowlick height, baby.  There is a little White Rain to smooth it, but that cowlick is doing all the manual labor.

(My fire engine red fingernails make me giggle a little.  Va Va Va VOOM.  Those nails remind me of my very first professional manicure, earlier that day.  Miss Sheila was so kind to me that morning.) 

Oh!  Forgive me for being so rude!  I would like to introduce you to John David.  By the time Senior Prom rolled around, John David was already an important college boy.  We went to this dance as just friends (note the yellow roses - for friendship).  The fact that he still drove down for the dance, and kept his promise to take me to Senior Prom meant a lot to me, and surely exemplified his integrity.  Now, the fact that he kept looking at his watch all evening did not mean so much...  (Oh, you know you did!!)  But, a girl can't have it all, now can she?

Before I close, I'd like to say that these Prom dances for me were wonderfully and innocently fun.  I know there is a lot of talk these days (and on t.v. shows) about the heightened pressures of Prom night.  That was not my experience at all.  My experience was all about dancing and laughing the night away with a group of good friends.  My prayer for our daughters is that they will be able to have the same innocent and memory-making kind of fun someday.

And, of course, if their dates have anything different in mind...they can consult the scary man in the back seat holding the shotgun.

 

When Mama Kat mentioned a writing prompt of prom dresses, I knew I had to link this one up!  Click here to see some of the other crazy retro (or not so retro) prom dresses, as well as some great writing.  Thanks, Mama Kat, for a great Weekly Writer's Workshop!

That time in high school when I matched my bedroom

 First of all, if you are waiting on the edge of your seat for the recipes for strawberry cake--and the strawberry icing so good you'll CRY...  Well, is there any way you'll extend me a free pass and let me post that next week?  Oh, pretty pretty please???  It's just that I have to sew some quilts for children who don't have any--plus, I am also cooking meals to take to 5 families in the hospital.  Also, I am reading War and Peace to my children, and we are only on chapter MCXVII.

Oh, ALL RIGHT.  Have it YOUR WAY.  I admit.  I just want to lie in bed and watch some television.  But, I promise--it's really good t.v.   Meaningful, life-changing t.v....like Parenthood, if you're so nosy to know.

But, still.  I promise to post the strawberry deliciousness recipes next week!!!  IF, for ANY reason, you MUST have that recipe this weekend or you'll DIE--e-mail me and I will help you out.  Honest.

So...to make up for not posting the recipes like I promised earlier this week, I will post an unflattering picture of myself.  From high school.  Where I--honest to goodness--Match. My. Bedroom.

I am not even sure if I realized it at the time.  I just think this PHASE of my life could be entitled:

The Mauve and Teal Phase.

Those two colors were like baby angels playing miniature harps in both my ears. 

Teal green curtains with mauve flowers?  Check

Mauve chintz rocking chair?  Check

Mauve silk flowers?  Check

Teal green bedspread?  Check

Teal green CARPET?  Oh yes, CHECK.

 

And...for the Campfire Christmas formal, when Darren bought me a pink silk rosebud corsage...   Check.  Check.  Check.

 

 Oh yes.  Yes, those ARE mauve shoes.  Mauve leather shoes.  Currently unavailable in today's market.  But in 1986?  Available in dozens of styles.

Young girls of today:  That stylish haircut of 1986 was called a bi-level.  In today's terms, it could be referred to as a mullet.  But, a soft, lovely mullet, don't you think?