Fifty Hangers

Last Monday I bought 50 new fangled, thin, flocked hangers for my clothes closet. They are suppose to save space and prevent the clothes from slipping onto the floor. Originally, after watching many of the decluttering shows on TV, I had replaced my hangers with wooden ones. They were the industry standard for nicely shaped clothes and looked nice but they are space hogs and my tiny closet was bursting.

Thus, the new fangled hangers called to me.

Purchasing the new hangers has created the inertia to declutter my clothes. Since my weight release journey is now hovering at the 30lbs. mark, some of my clothes are baggy. So I tried on everything in my closet I then took out all that didn't fit and I was pleasantly surprised that some fit that hadn't for a while.

Today, I took a basketful of clothes to a ladies consignment shop. Neat. Maybe I'm make enough money to pay for the 50 hangers.

First Love

I sat choking back a sob in the hairdresser's chair on Saturday. Even though my hair color is now a creepy shade of black, the sob had nothing to do with the hair cut or color. I'll just wear black lipstick and say it's a statement.

It was the client in the chair next to me. She was a beautiful girl, getting her hair done for her wedding. As the hair dresser rolled the long strands, she was asking the usually questions, from who is doing your tuxs to what is on the menu, and what music are you playing at the reception? The questions continued ... the usual fair. I thought the bride looked about 18 but when she went to the hair dryer, I found out she was a young looking 23 with tons of good long thick hair. That's not why I choked the sob, either.

It happen when the hair dresser asked if she would have her dad walk her down the isle. The bride answered "No, my dad died about 5 years ago, my brother is walking me down the isle and he and my mom will answer, when asked who will give this bride in marriage." She didn't seem emotional when she was stating her sad fact. She would have been 17 when her dad died. I wanted to know how he died but I didn't bring it up on her wedding day. But I felt the choked sob stuck in the back of my throat. I was glad that, I didn't see her face since she was turned away from me. My eyes stung for a few moments while I regrouped. I was glad my hair dresser had stepped away while I was processing.

My mind flew instantly to my own dad's death six years ago. I'm not sure if the choked sob was for the bride who had lost her dad and wouldn't be escorted down the isle by him, or for my fatherless self.

I was escorted down the isle by my dad, I had 23 more years with my dad than the bride next to me. He walked me down the isle in the first and only tux he ever wore. He was so handsome that day, he was my first love.

Bodies Revealed

Taking advantage of the longer 3 day weekend over the fourth of July we decided to go the the Bodies Revealed exhibit at Union Station in Kansas City. Educational and gross, the boys will love it!

My husband, the stride mechanic, was very interested to take the boys and they were game. However, we couldn't find any of the boys' friends to go with us. The gross out factor was too strong. One 12 year-old friend said that he would throw up. After that comment, I decided it would be best not to take other children. So we set out with 2 more adult friends. Who are both medical and good at answering any of the boys' questions.

I found the exhibit fascinating on several levels. The magnitude of the preservation process, what was shown, who would donate their bodies for this and on and on. Where else would you see was is under the skin? My favorite was the arm that was only showing the veins. How did they preserve only the latex filled veins and take the skin, bone and muscle out?

My favorite question asked by little brother, "Is the hair still growing?"
Of course he was noticing where the hair was...
in the nose.

Chicken

POX!

Who gets chicken pox in the summer? My sons both broke out with chicken pox on the same day, June 25, 2008. Yes, they both had the vaccine. Happy Birthday 14 year-old! I guess the party will have to wait.

At least they will never get them again...