Monday has came again. I have made it through another week. Now Monday is waiting with promises of laughter, worry and joy. It seems every week holds a little of all. So with great anticipation I peer out the font door into the darkness. "Please days," I whisper, "Make it mostly laughter this week." I listen through the darkness but nothing echos back to my ears.
Halloween is over. The ghosts, vampires,Zombies and Ghouls have gone back from whence they came. At least I sure hope so. I have had enough of them for awhile. Left over candy sits on the coffee table, trying to lure me with its shiny wrapping. I am trying hard to resist temptation. The sweet lover whispers in my ear. "These little candy bars are so small, it won't hurt to eat a couple." I tell my evil self I would not be happy eating two. Once started I would whip through the bowl at lighting speed. All that would be left would be scattered wrappers and five extra pounds on my hips. So I am trying hard to be strong.
As I thought yesterday about the Halloween party Billie had. It brought back memories of the first real Halloween party I ever went to. Now I'm not talking school parties. I'm talking the real thing, with adults and all. I was twelve. Five foot nine and around ninety pounds. Not a raving beauty. I had a friend Patty Snow. Some of her Mother's family was having a Halloween party, at night. Patty asked me to go with them. I asked Mother. She said yes. But there was nothing to wear. Patty's Mother took a long satin dress, a beautiful blue. Pinned it up to fit me. Everything was to big for me back then. It had cap sleeves, lace and touched the floor. They pulled my hair up with a comb and a light touch of lipstick. I stared at this stranger in the mirror and wondered who she was? Patty's Mother then clipped on a pair of sparkling earrings and I was a Princess.
Their house was big. People everywhere. They were laughing, joking, music was playing. Kids and adults milling around. I stuck close to Patty's side. The house, the people overwhelmed me. Then he appeared. He probably about fourteen. An older man. Her cousin. I have tried for the life of me to remember his name. But I cannot. From that minute and for the rest of the night he stayed by my side. He liked me. Even dummy me could tell that. We bobbed for apples. We laughed. I felt just like Cinderella. And before we left, he told me I was pretty. Everything stopped for me right then. Nobody ever had said I was pretty or cute or anything. This young man whispered in my ear. "You are so pretty." And you know in my satin dress with the large safety pins I felt pretty.
I never saw the boy again. But I have always remembered that night. When I wore the Blue dress and learned how to flirt a little, even at twelve. And I think in that night was born my love for clothes and how they can make you feel. Because for that one night a Blue Satin dress turned a skinny, akward twelve year old into a Princess. I am sure Mrs. Snow has passed on to wherever but I hope she knew and knows. That one small act of kindness, making this ugly duckling feel like a swan has never been forgotten. So to you Mrs. Snow I say thank-you. For being one of those who took the time for a random act of kindness.
I have rambled again. Trying to weave memories into words. And not always pulling it off. But as I turn to go, leaving Blogland I take my words from my pocket and throw them to the wind. I look around as I go. Somebody trick or treated here last night. There is candy wrappers everywhere. I smile remembering the candy at home. Whoop whoop, I'm outta here.
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