swarbles.

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moonfever:

in the third grade, we did a production of alice in wonderland.  i was supposed to be the daisy.  i had one line, which was comprised of one word (daisy), and i was supposed to sing in the flower chorus for the song the golden afternoon.  BUT THEN, DISASTER STRUCK.

all through my school years, i would get strep throat at least once a year.  and i got strep throat a day or two before opening night and missed the one or two performances of the play we were doing (i think there was a matinee for the school and parents who were available during the school day, and then a performance in the evening).  my understudy had to step in (she was somehow even more timid and shy than i was, which is most certainly a feat, given that i was so ridiculously shy in the third grade).  i was devastated, i had never been in a real play before (i was the farmer’s wife in our kindergarten presentation of the song the farmer in the dell.  and i actually had a wicked fierce crush on the farmer [dylan something, it was either thomas {not the poet} or roberts], but this girl who didn’t like me told him that i liked him and i had to stop liking him because that’s how your brain works in kindergarten) and i was so looking forward to it.  my mom made me the best costumed and a great daisy headpiece.  BUT THEN, THINGS GOT EVEN MORE SAD.

my parents had gone grocery shopping (they always went grocery shopping friday afternoon/evenings), and i was at home watching wheel of fortune.  and the show was ALICE IN WONDERLAND THEMED.  i cried a lot.

i always get a little sad when i hear that song.

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swarbles:

it’s done!  it’s not really hanging right since it’s not lying flush against the wall, but it works.

these photos are not very good.  i make no apologies.  it gets real dark in here at night and i have to flash things in order to get decent photos in the sleeping corner.

sometimes the acorn closest to my head gets stuck up under the ribbon.  and the clapping hands’ hands get tangled in the invisible threads or ribbon all the time.  i can’t sleep at night if these things are not hanging correctly.

i am surprised that this is still intact and none of the cats have torn any of these things off the ribbon (yet).  pepper always looks at it longingly and will sometimes bat at them, but usually if the fan isn’t on, they’re pretty disinterested.