That's me. The short one. The one people looked at and thought, "Do her parents really let her out of the house looking like that?"
Maybe my parents just never really looked at me.
That's not true because I know my father always looked at my hair after I got a haircut. One time, he took me back for more because he felt that there hadn't been "enough hair on the deck." Sigh. That's another story.
Maybe I picked out my own clothes that day and my mother felt that while I was expressing myself poorly, I had enough fashion sense to make sure the colors matched.
That can't be true because that's my father behind me. The one in the red pants and brown shirt. Looking at his garb proves one thing: They dressed me this way on purpose!
Let me tell you what happens to children whose parents dress them to look like little circus clowns:
- They are always the last ones to be picked for a team. Oh, the humiliation!
- They are always the ones that the only time boys would speak to them would be to say, "Hey! Tell your friend I like her and then come back and tell me what she said." Oh, the agony!
- They are always the ones that have lots of blue ribbons adorning their bulletin boards. Unfortunately they are all participation awards. Oh, the injustice!
I know. This all sounds like one big pity party. You say, "You have a handsome husband, two fine children, a home and a garden. It all worked out okay. You overcame it." I actually thought that too.
Then I realized that in the shadows still sits that chubby kid who's only wish at the start of each school year was that that would be the year a new kid would come to town. A new kid who was chubbier, klutzier and zittier than her. And do you know what drew that chubby kid out of the shadows? RAVELRY!
Here's what Ravelry has to say about that:
- You signed up on July 8, 2007
- You are #14965 on the list.
- 2755 people are ahead of you in line.
- 17412 people are behind you in line.
- 37% of the list has been invited so far
Okay, so I'm not really last on the list, but DAMN! I wanna play!
To cheer myself up, I popped over to read The Panopticon, which I haven't read in probably seven months. Franklin is always good for a smile, if not a full blown laugh. His last post was two days ago and this is what he had to say:
"I'm also working down the leg of the second of a pair of cabled socks and clicking along a piece of lace. However, all may stop dead for a little while because...
I got my Ravelry invitation this morning."