Today may or may not be my birthday. I refuse to confirm or deny that fact at this time......but my big sister Rosa, seen here on the left, felt it was her duty to walk me down memory lane today. It's her gift to me. What have you done, Rosa?
Rosa posted some really OLD photos of us today.......so I pulled out my photos album too. I haven't looked at these pictures in a while. I was studying this shot of my 1st birthday and it suddenly dawned on me. Would you look at what I got for my birthday? It's a telephone! This is it......this is the moment my career in sales began......I wonder if my mother knew that this single birthday present would change the shape of my future forever? My love affair with the telephone has never waned.
Here I am on my 4th birthday. I remember every thought that was going through my mind on this day. First of all, I thought I was pretty "hot" in this gorgeous, floral print designer dress. The designer, my mom, chose this colorful print to set of the blond tones in my hair. I LOVED that dress. I cried the day my mom threw it out. This is it.......this is the moment my love affair with clothes began.......I wonder if my mother knew that her choice of dress would forever affect my bank account? My love affair with fashion has never faltered.
Here I am, a few months later. This is another "Aha!" moment in my life. My stylist, aka MOM, decided to give me a bouffant hairdo. She teased and combed my thin, lifeless hair into the highest pile possible for a 5 year old. I thought I was Marilyn Monroe standing out there on the front lawn. This is it......this is the moment my love affair with style took flight. I think I'll have to blame my Mother for everything. It's all her fault that I'm such a stylish babe these days!
Here's another pivotal moment in my life. This is me on a bus. Mom worked full time as a nurse one summer so she sent me and my little brother on long bus ride to visit some distant relatives for the holidays. Clearly this is it........this is the moment the travel bug bit me. Seriously Mom, couldn't you have picked a less costly addiction for your daughter?
And, just in case you're wondering where I got my addiction to flowers from.......guess who sent me a dozen ROSES for my birthday?! Thanks Mom, I Love you too :)
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