Archive for February, 2014

Picture this: a young woman in her early twenties decked out in leather pants and thigh-high boots and only a camisole covering her upper body.  Her long hair is brushed away from one side of her face and held fast with a sparkly barrette.  The other side of her face is partly covered by the long mane of intentionally chaotic hair.  She’s heading into a popular danceteria in Minneapolis to watch one of her favorite bands play live.  The Suburbs.  The dance floor will be packed with hot, sweaty bodies, hers included, slam dancing to Baby Heartbeat and Music for the Boys.

That young woman was me.  Those were days that will remain in my mind as some of the most fun days of my life.  But things are different now.  I’m older, and slam dancing is not only unfashionable, but also dangerous for someone who may or may not have the brittle bones of a woman in her fifties.  However, being a woman in my fifties doesn’t keep me from loving the music of my youth.  I wear jeans and a sweater instead of leather pants and thigh-high boots.  I have a neat little bob hairdo instead of a longer, wilder mane.  But in my head and heart I’m still that slam-dancing girl.  I remember what it was like to walk into the dark, smoky venue that was First Avenue.  I remember the adrenaline and the thumping bass that became one with my own heartbeat.

My little DiscMan and über fancy speakers set up in Craftland

I got home early from work today and headed straight for Craftland.  While listening to the music I slam-danced to thirty plus years ago to I deplasticized and flattened 144 bottle caps for future drink charms and magnets.

The beginning of a beautiful craft.

Doing a different thing to the same music.  Recalling old times while living my present life.  All is good.

Remember yourself this weekend.

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Wordless Wednesday

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Happy Groundhog Day

February 2nd is Groundhog Day.  Every year.  It rolls around like Halloween, Christmas, birthdays…same date every year.  And every year I forget about it.

Husby never forgets it though, and for the past very many years he has given me a card to mark the “holiday.”  This is what I woke up to this morning:

The best thing about the Groundhog Day cards from Husby is that they’re handmade.  He does the artwork and the touching sentiments.  I was stunned to see a 3D card this year.

What’s more exciting than a 3D groundhog made by your husband?!

I can just picture him, sitting in his office, cutting out and putting together a paper groundhog, and thinking up a springtime verse to go with him.

What a poet!

I was feeling a little blue the past couple of days, but finding this fun Groundhog Day sentiment waiting for me first thing in the morning cheered me up a lot.  I’m glad I forget about Groundhog Day because the card is that much more meaningful and fun when I don’t expect it.

In my part of the world I’m pretty sure the groundhog saw his shadow; it’s a bright, sunny day in Minnesota.  Happy Groundhog Day everyone, and may your springtime be right around the corner.

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