Cookie, up close and personal. Got carrots?
I think I missed something important in my childhood - something involving nail polish, and glitter. I never, ever did my nails as a kid or young adult, and nobody who has ever known me would ever associate the word "glitter" with my taste in fashion. I couldn't be bothered, I wasn't into fashion, I wasn't a girly girl, pink wasn't my color, I bit my nails, whatever the reason, I just didn't get into the whole mani/pedi thing. A handful of years ago I started doing my toenails in very conservative, neutral colors. I run around in sandals so much as soon as the weather gets above 50F, so it just seemed like a good thing to do - a little boost of color for warm weather. Anyhow, yesterday Princess Yakyak got out all of her nail polish (somehow she's gotten quite a collection), and asked me if I'd like to do my toenails with her. So, I did - we had a pedicure party. Now my toenails are dark rose with a light pink glitter overlay. (The color is called 'Strobe Light' - another concept foreign to my personality.) I have to laugh - this is the first time in my entire life that I've worn ANYTHING with glitter, let alone pink nail polish. It was totally worth having fun with my girl yesterday. Her toenails are now alternately lavender and dark magenta, both with an overlay of the light pink glitter. Clearly, I missed something fun when I was a kid. We'll have to do this again. Maybe I'm entering my second childhood?
Princess Yakyak got Wii Music for her birthday from her Aunt Debbie last week. It's a fun game, and both of the kids have spent quite a bit of time playing it. One of the tunes the miis can play along with is Daydream Believer by The Monkees. (You haven't lived until you've heard your daughter play the song about a dozen times in a row on the Wii, loudly, using every instrument from the piano to the ukelele, and even cat meows and dog barks.) I had to laugh, since some good friends and I went to see The Monkees in concert when they reunited in the late 80s. It was like another part of my childhood I had missed the first time around, the whole crush on a music group thing. There we were, a bunch of 20-30 something adults, enjoying the TV antics of a 60s comedy sitcom music group on Nick At Nite, and making a road trip from Upstate NY to Cleveland, Ohio, to see them in concert. Good memories! I saw on some entertainment news blurb this week that three of The Monkees will be touring this year. No, I don't plan to go see them. But I have to smile at the memories.
I can't decide if I should sell my guitar or not. I haven't used it in years, although I used to play regularly in college with others in our InterVarsity Christian Fellowhship group. I bought the guitar new (a Gibson Epiphone PR-350S acoustic) while in college. I was all set to sell it earlier this winter, did some research online, and even talked with a local music store, but I just haven't worked up to it yet, and I'm not sure why. Last weekend one of my nephews got it out and was playing it (he plays electric guitar, and was mystified that I didn't have a pick - but I played mostly classical or finger-style music, and never mastered the pick). The sound was so familiar, and I was really surprised at how much it meant to me to hear it played. It just sounded right. Now I'm not sure what to do with it, so I'll keep it around for now. I might even take it out and play it while the kids are at school. Some sounds are just part of the weave of our memories, I guess.