Archive for September, 2010
Sometimes you find something special hidden where you’d least expect it. In this case, that something special was found in this beautiful cartoon created by StoryCorps.
Now, I know you stumble upon many videos and stories out there in blogland and skim right past them because there is just so much other stuff to see, but I encourage you to take just five minutes to watch this special creation. You see, it’s not just a cartoon or a parable wrapped up in a tidy bow. It’s a story of two real people, told in their own words, in their own voices.
Real. Raw. Heartwarming. Heartbreaking. What a beautiful way to recount a love story.
So tell me, am I just a sap or did this video get to you too?
I still can’t believe I am typing this…only two more weeks to go! I am getting more and more excited with each passing day. How excited you ask? Sometimes while sitting at my desk, I think of the beauty and adventures to come and silently clap the palms of my hands real fast (kind of like a giddy squirrel). Other times I look out the window and imagine myself soaking up the Provencal sun and do a little speedy tip-toe dance (like a nerd that just scored an A+ on a math test).
|Photo by: Tec Petaja|
So in the next two weeks, in honor of our trip, our love and upcoming anniversary, I’ll have some super sappy posts for you. So grab some tissues, bust out the bon bons and your favorite pair of old sweats and be prepared for some I love “love” sighs, maybe some tears and of course lots of swoon-worthy photos.
…a flood of memories came rushing back. I was transported to the floor of our basement playroom. Orange shag carpet, light filtering in from the single window, the floor littered with dozens of naked Barbies. My sister and I would mosey down there and just plop ourselves in the middle of the madness. We had a large wicker basket that resembled a treasure chest with a hinged lid. That was where the Barbies were supposed to live. However, they seemed to be more comfortable just sleeping on the furry carpet.
We had a huge cardboard under-the-bed storage type box that was just bursting with doll clothes. From ballgowns to bikinis, some of the most fun was sifting through that box looking for the perfect outfit or trying to find that other pesky hot pink high heel.
We could never remember whose Barbie was whose, so lots of the time we would ‘auction’ them off before playing. Sounds complicated, but it usually consisted of me trying to convince my little sister that the Barbie with the squooshed-on head or the sticky rubber band in her hair was ‘pretty’ and that she would really like playing with her. (Oh the things big sisters do, and oh the things sweet little sisters fall for. Hopefully there are no hard feelings Katie. I was six, and bossy and almost impossible to play with.)
So, as you see, our day-to-day lives as little kiddos were inundated with Barbies. That’s why I fell head over heels with Margaux Lange’s whimsical recreations of this classic toy. I want one of each!