a pink banana seat bike with a flag, (does anyone still put those on their bikes anymore?) a basket, glittery streamers trailing from the handlebars, and a horn. Which I honked obnoxiously all the time. Because why have a miniature fog horn attached to your handlebars if you're not intending to use it with regularity? I also had these little neon things attached to my tires and they whistled when you went really fast. And really, why would you go any speed but fast if given the option? I had clackers on my spokes too, and basically all of this means that you could hear me coming from a mile away.
I tend to be a bit loud.
I never see tricked out bikes like mine was, these days. Why is that?
"ten" was good in my world. It was a wild time of ruling the
neighborhood, (or so we thought) building forts by a creek bed, ice skating on a frozen
pond in the winter, making igloos out of snow, attempting to get my dog
to climb a tree and into the tree house my dad built us, and eating all
the homemade chocolate chip cookies and kool-aid a person could ever
want, after school.
gift cards from everyone who knows her,
so we hit the store on the way to the Chris Tomlin/Kari Jobe concert
last night. It was awesome.
into it as we celebrated Adrain. I forgot to warn them that it would be loud. I forgot to tell
them they might lose their voices singing, whistling, hollering and
cheering. I forgot to tell them we'd be moving and grooving in the
seats. (I didn't tell them about the concerts I remember where seats
were roughly shoved aside and a wall of people surged you toward the
stage. Does that still happen?) Some very cute young
little things ended up sitting next to Joe. I whispered in his ear that
I noticed he had some very pretty girls next to him, and he shrugged like it was
all in a day's work and said, "Hey, I didn't make the seating
arrangements." Cracked me up. He stood through the concert singing
his little lungs out, clapping wildly, and yelling, "Mom this is so
great, thank you so much for bringing me," between every song. It was
FUN. So FUN.
everything in the world.
I enjoyed that, I'm not gonna lie. (It may never happen again.)
Life has been sweet this weekend. Adrain and I dealt with some very heavy things, a bit of other people's drama, and we came out on the right end of the thing. I feel like I'm at the start of a new chapter this week, and I can't wait to see what's in store. Things don't make a ton of sense yet, and nothing has changed in our circumstances but I do feel like something has happened.
Oh, and for those of you who missed out, because the Antique ball jar flour sack dish towels were gone by the end of the day they were listed last week... I have just listed my final batch before Mother's Day. (You know... in case the mothers in your life like that sort of thing.) You can purchase here! I've also got a few of the half-priced Irregulars listed here. (**The irregulars are already SOLD OUT**) And as usual, if you miss the listing before they sell out, you can always email me to get on a reserve list for my next batch, at firstname.lastname@example.org