Hats and Veils

Today I saw a picture in a magazine, which brought me back to my wedding preparations, many years ago. The style of wedding dress back then was of a simple nature, but the main attraction was the hat. Hats with wedding dresses were all the rage, and they usually had the veil attached to the back of the hat.

I remember that I searched a bit for the proper hat. Either they were too big or not big enough. Finally, I was able to find a hat that I liked. I do recall the saleslady saying With a hat that size, you'll have no trouble finding a suitable veil. Which of course I didn't.

Now, if we could only turn back time.....

What would I do...

Today I was asked a most hypothetical and thought-provoking question. If I had a chance to go anywhere in the world, where would that be. I had to think about it, because, if I had the opportunity, I wouldn't want to limit myself to any one particular place. So I thought a bit, and came up with what I would want to do.....



.....backpack across Europe...even at this stage of my life.....not staying at 5-star hotels, or renting luxurious cars. It would involve the challenge of actually being able to live and travel with only a backpack.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Happy dreams...

Gypsy

Gypsies....I think those were hippie-like people who used to live like wild people and roam freely from place to place. I picture them wearing long skirts and bandannas and having long hair.

And they were free spirits.

Yesterday, my BFF gave me the little push that I needed, and told me to go and be a gypsy. I wasn't sure about going, in fact I hesitated big time. But, I threw caution to the wind and went the way of the gypsy.

.....and I had fun.....

I have had to to do that a lot lately. Break out of my old mold and be the person that I am supposed to be, whoever she is. I think that deep down, she is a spontaneous person...do things on the fly rather than plan everything to the point of exhaustion. Be the free spirit. Release the gypsy in me. Sometimes it takes a bit of coaxing and prodding, but sometimes I am able to do it on my own (not often...I am happy to have my BFF's help :)..)

I guess the more that I do it, the easier it gets.

Happy Easter to anybody who reads my blog. Enjoy some mint dark chocolate....or a bunny or 2.

The Ability To Laugh

It's late here, probably too late to blog, but I have lots of time, and I have this warm little topic that needs to be put out here. It's about the ability to laugh, laugh with others, at things that are funny, but mostly being able to laugh at oneself.

That last one is HUGE ONE...being able to laugh at oneself. I have a girlfriend with whom I am quite close. That shouldn't surprise anyone. I keep my circles tight and private. I am selective about my friends. It's sort of like a MEMBERS ONLY club. With this particular girlfriend, we take the same gym classes and we try to go out once a week. We grab a soda and sit at a local restaurant, and chat, and dream, and share, and learn. AND we laugh...laugh to the point where we both have tears streaming down our faces.

This girlfriend has a son who has special needs. Anyone who doesn't know or understand cannot possibly accept his strange social behaviour. I understand it and am accustomed to him the way that he is. One time we went out to a restaurant together....my girlfriend and I plus her 2 boys. The one with the special needs behaved as he always does, and had us laughing hysterically...and do you know why? He was imitating the sound of very loud farts while he was hiding under the table. I'll tell you, the people around us were not too impressed, but we were in stitches...with tears streaming down all of our faces.

Maybe they need to have a good belly-hurting, tear-streaming laugh......cause it really does feel good....and with that I bid you a good night...