I'm wearing my favorite t-shirt today. I've been up and at em since really early and as I stood in my closet deciding what to toss on...I figured I needed a bit of Ninja power to get me going.
Shelly gave me this shirt a few years ago knowing my fascination for all things Ninja and my ridiculous sense of humor that sometimes...only she gets.
It made me smile when I opened it and I don't wear it often because I want to own it for a very long time. Hence...it's one of my SPECIALES OF SPECIAL things that I own.
I have a hat box that has a bunch of clothes in it. You'd pull them out and think to yourself...DA HELL MONNIE DOING THIS WITH CRAP????? You'd prolly stand there with your nose all scrunched up and holding the items between your index finger and thumb and then I'd roll up on you and see you fingering them and karate chop your azz in the back of the head.
GETCHO HAND OUTTA MY POCKET!
When I left my parents home (sounds all lovely and ish huh like I was going on a tour of Europe for the summer) my mother overcompensated by buying me lots of clothes, especially pajamas. I don't know why pajamas really. I think she liked to think of me in cool, crisp cotton sipping on lemonade or something...trying to paint a picture that was the antithesis of why I was forced to decide to never return to their home again. In that hat box are several slips (seriously...she had a thing about slips) and two pair of ridiculously small pajamas. One pair pink and white stripe and the other blue and white checked. Both pair are long sleeve but made out of the softest of crisp, cool cotton that isn't crisp anymore. Traditional looking pajamas with a collar and a lapel with a breast pocket and buttons down the front.In the waistband and collar of these items? My name. My ENTIRE name.
Written in permanent marker in my mother's handwriting.
When I was in New York last summer the mail came while I was at Mr. Lee's office and someone called my name. I walked over and was handed a piece of mail. I'm like...DA HELL??????? I turned it over and saw our home address engraved on the back of the envelope. Envelopes that I had painstakingly pondered so as to choose the right personalized stationary for my husband. Inside there was one of his simple embossed note cards and in his handwriting was the following:
You are on your way! Love you, The Robinator
In short...these are a few of the things that can always make me smile and remember that I have always been cherished and loved by my family and friends. And when I say they are a few...seriously. I have stuff from Cojoe, Weezy, Dr. Punkin, Prince Myles...everyone I love with all of me that would be the things I'd mourn the most if I somehow lost everything due to tragedy.When I think about stuff like this I realize that I must be pretty well grounded about life based on the things I consider my treasures. I didn't say not one piece of jewelry (I'd prolly be wearing my mother's pearls. LOL!) nor did I mention not one bag.
Wait...um...erra...not one bag?
Shit...I must be delirious. DELIRIOUS INDEED! I have vintage status bags! That can't be replaced! Wait...hold up...I'll be back...
(SIP: Told yall her azz is bat shit crazy! It's like three people live in her dang head PLUS me! Humph. Just CA-RA-ZY!)
Name three of YOUR most cherished items? Why do you cherish them so?
