I had fun reading those words and remembering how proud I once felt. Too bad my little friends had to suffer a bit, in order for me to enjoy my 27th Celebration!

I was three in 1960, when I played dress-up with my sister and second cousins. I am the one looking towards the camera, with the least enthusiasm. Was I bored, or overwhelmed by all the possibilities? Who knows, but I'm sure by age 6, I was eagerly participating in the joys of wearing my grandmother's old furs and hats. 

Dressing Up as a Flapper

I was recently inspired by a shopping trip, when hunting for a Mother-of-the-Groom dress. I had no luck, but I left with a shopping bag. I drove home with two dresses, one lacy and the other sparkly. I did not intend to keep them. 

For months I've been amused watching my hair grow out from chemo treatments. The finger waves appeared overnight and I swore I would at some point make use of that flapper style. But the waves have been turning to curls lately, so I knew time was running out. I showed the dresses to my always-a-good-sport-hubby, Don. He grabbed the camera as I grabbed some props. The candy cig fit nicely into my 3-dollar cigarette holder from Ebay. I pulled the rose from a vase and we headed to the guest room, which holds vintage furniture. After some posing and clowning, I put the dresses back in the bag... along with the receipt. I returned them to the store in the evening.

Is that bad?  Well, it worked for me. My 6-year-old celebration budget is limited.

Around the age of 6, I loved walking with umbrellas... playing with them and even drawing them.  Maybe it was the Morton Salt Girl that inspired me. 

Rainy Days in Houston
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We've been having a rainy week.  This morning instead of going for a run, I grabbed an umbrella and headed for Pecan Park. The rain had stopped by the time I got there, but I walked with my umbrella anyway. That would have made total sense to me, at age 6.  

Puddles
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I thought I would be alone in the park on a rainy day, but many dog walkers suddenly appeared and probably thought I was nuts when they spotted me wading through puddles. But I just hid under my umbrella and felt very brave.

A Worm
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I'm pretty glad I spotted no mud, or I might have been tempted to make pies. However I did pause to help a worm, struggling in a sidewalk puddle. 

By the time I got home, my legs were splattered with wet grass and dotted with a few mosquito bites. Sometimes you have to pay, for 6-year-old-celebration!