I asked my 9 year old daughter, Daisy, to please come take some pictures of her old ma. She obliged and found the camera. With a rather bored gaze, she observed as I tied on my favorite pink and red rosy Annie's Attic apron, and selected the best place for the photo shoot.
She begins the point and click, click, click with professional detachment. So, I guess most girls her age are quite accustomed to taking pictures of their mother smiling goofily, and striking a pose with a pink hairdryer. Hmmmm...
I ask her, "Don't you want to know what I'm doing?"
"I guess so," she shrugs and hands me the camera.
I hand it right back like a hot potato. "Oh, honey. You know you will have to take at least 15 or 20 for me to get just one picture that doesn't show my chins doing the triple sow-cow." ( an ice skating term, but I rather like it.)
"So what are you doing?" she asks sweetly.
"I am SO glad you asked! I am doing my blog post for Pink Saturday, " I explain. "Don't you love this old pink dryer from the 50's? I bet someone felt really glamourous drying their hair with this beauty."
"Oh, yeah. Pink Saturday," she yawns and holds the camera to her eye. I scramble for my last take. One final chance to show the world some pink. It will need to be the best shot yet. I put my all into my last dramatic pose. I'm feeling very Bette Davis right down to my shabby-chic apron with the removable pink rose pin. Click.
Daisy shakes her head kindly, kisses me goodnight, and without a look back, she heads off to bed. She knows her dear mother is perfectly fine. Perfectly normal in every way. Happy Pink Saturday to you all, and please, have courage...click right here to visit all the other perfectly normal girls who enjoy pink!



