O.k., first of all I haven't blogged for a minute because the heat wave we are having has been a nightmare! Our central air went out and it took FOREVER...but we ending up getting a new unit rather than fixing the old one. COOL AT LAST!!!
While sitting motionless for days on end, wishing for cool weather..I had a lot of time on my hands to think. I watched my baby sister...who is nearly four change her outfits every two point five minutes.... This isn't an unusual occurrence at our home, but while watching her maim the closet...EUREKA! I had a great idea! I have been begging my mother for months to let me get a job..she laughs of course and states that child labor laws prohibit thirteen-year-olds from working. I know the lady on the corner who runs a mom and pop store and begged my mom to let me work there for an hour or two every few days. What's a girl got to do for some extra cash these days??? Anyway, back to my sister.
When my sister was born, she had the small word "DIVA" tattooed in very tiny letters on her lower back. My mother didn't notice at first, until the pediatrician pointed it out. She was instantly concerned. Who had done this...? Is it genetic?? Will she turn out right? Is it PERMANENT??? She rattled off every imaginable question with one breath, then gasped and continued on about how it must have been her obsession with watermelon during the pregnancy. The pediatrician assured her that it was only the womb fairies taking revenge for the six boys who had relentlessly trampled their homes and family members with little remorse or care. (Note to Readers: It is proof that to say you do not believe in fairies could have dire consequences on your health, and your children, and your childrens' children...etc.) The pediatrician stated that she had seen it many times before in various forms..."Be glad you got "Diva"...others...well you don't want to know what I have seen."
"Like What?!", my mother squeaked barely able to speak.
"Let me just say, one mother got the worst of it. There was even a film made about it. You may have heard of "Rosemary's Baby"...the pediatrician half whispered.
My mothers face paled and then sighed with some relief. My younger brother, who had so looked forward to becoming a big brother for the first time frowned and whispered to me..."I'll bet she came from aliens." I rolled my eyes...he doesn't know the facts of life and what can you expect from a six year old. "She's not an alien." I said with sarcasm..."She just takes after you", I quipped.
His eyes widened as he eagerly lifted up his shirt and craned his neck around as far as he could. "What does my back say?", he asked..
It says "Your gullible"...I laughed.."Now put your shirt down".
"It does?"...his eyes gleamed proudly.. "Hey, Mom, I'm like the guy in that book you read to us "Gullible's Travels"...
"Yeah, you're more like a Lilliputian"...I whispered under my breath.
"Enough teasing!...This is serious! my mother sniffed...almost ready to cry. "And no son, you do not have anything on your back....Thank Goodness!"
That is how it all started, my sister the "Diva" was born that way, and lives up to her name. She loves to shop. She loves shoes. She LOVES accessories including but not limited to jewelry, hair bows and especially hand bags and HATS, HATS, HATS, including various hair scarves.. She loves pink frillies and frou frou..(can anyone say....make me puke?) She loves kitty cats and butterflies. Her first sentence came while we were shopping for school clothes one August shortly after her first birthday...while pointing and wild eyed, she squealed with delight saying... "DAT"S SOOOOOO CUUUUTTEE". We all turned and looked at one another with disbelief. It was at that moment, we knew she was marked for life.
Needless to say, the cost of her lifestyle is not always cheap. My mother, is creative and crafty. In an effort to meet my sister's "Diva Demands" she has begun recycling old clothing into Kiddie Couture..for my sister. She says that buying it would be easier but recycling makes her feel less wasteful and she can make the designs that she likes. So, I thought I could do the same, but sell it. (of course I would use new fabric and not old pieces from other clothes) She agreed that if I designed the clothes, she would buy the fabric for me. I could sew it and start an online store (probably eBay or something) and then I could keep the profits after I pay her back for the supplies. I am really excited about it, and in fact have never really cared a whit about fashion. Suddenly, I have ideas from every direction...It is like an untapped river suddenly overflowing. Every writer has a fall back, or so I am told. Anyway, I am still in the designing phase but hope to make my first outfit next week. I will post pictures for you all when I am finished. If you know anyone who would like a custom made outfit, please let me know and I will design something unique and adorable...with the "Diva Seal of Approval" stamped on the tag.
I am optimistic, so no stealing my thunder with all of you pessimists out there...and you know who you are!
Looking forward to your "constructive" criticisms once the designs are finished.
Until then...just call me Nora.
While sitting motionless for days on end, wishing for cool weather..I had a lot of time on my hands to think. I watched my baby sister...who is nearly four change her outfits every two point five minutes.... This isn't an unusual occurrence at our home, but while watching her maim the closet...EUREKA! I had a great idea! I have been begging my mother for months to let me get a job..she laughs of course and states that child labor laws prohibit thirteen-year-olds from working. I know the lady on the corner who runs a mom and pop store and begged my mom to let me work there for an hour or two every few days. What's a girl got to do for some extra cash these days??? Anyway, back to my sister.
When my sister was born, she had the small word "DIVA" tattooed in very tiny letters on her lower back. My mother didn't notice at first, until the pediatrician pointed it out. She was instantly concerned. Who had done this...? Is it genetic?? Will she turn out right? Is it PERMANENT??? She rattled off every imaginable question with one breath, then gasped and continued on about how it must have been her obsession with watermelon during the pregnancy. The pediatrician assured her that it was only the womb fairies taking revenge for the six boys who had relentlessly trampled their homes and family members with little remorse or care. (Note to Readers: It is proof that to say you do not believe in fairies could have dire consequences on your health, and your children, and your childrens' children...etc.) The pediatrician stated that she had seen it many times before in various forms..."Be glad you got "Diva"...others...well you don't want to know what I have seen."
"Like What?!", my mother squeaked barely able to speak.
"Let me just say, one mother got the worst of it. There was even a film made about it. You may have heard of "Rosemary's Baby"...the pediatrician half whispered.
My mothers face paled and then sighed with some relief. My younger brother, who had so looked forward to becoming a big brother for the first time frowned and whispered to me..."I'll bet she came from aliens." I rolled my eyes...he doesn't know the facts of life and what can you expect from a six year old. "She's not an alien." I said with sarcasm..."She just takes after you", I quipped.
His eyes widened as he eagerly lifted up his shirt and craned his neck around as far as he could. "What does my back say?", he asked..
It says "Your gullible"...I laughed.."Now put your shirt down".
"It does?"...his eyes gleamed proudly.. "Hey, Mom, I'm like the guy in that book you read to us "Gullible's Travels"...
"Yeah, you're more like a Lilliputian"...I whispered under my breath.
"Enough teasing!...This is serious! my mother sniffed...almost ready to cry. "And no son, you do not have anything on your back....Thank Goodness!"
That is how it all started, my sister the "Diva" was born that way, and lives up to her name. She loves to shop. She loves shoes. She LOVES accessories including but not limited to jewelry, hair bows and especially hand bags and HATS, HATS, HATS, including various hair scarves.. She loves pink frillies and frou frou..(can anyone say....make me puke?) She loves kitty cats and butterflies. Her first sentence came while we were shopping for school clothes one August shortly after her first birthday...while pointing and wild eyed, she squealed with delight saying... "DAT"S SOOOOOO CUUUUTTEE". We all turned and looked at one another with disbelief. It was at that moment, we knew she was marked for life.
Needless to say, the cost of her lifestyle is not always cheap. My mother, is creative and crafty. In an effort to meet my sister's "Diva Demands" she has begun recycling old clothing into Kiddie Couture..for my sister. She says that buying it would be easier but recycling makes her feel less wasteful and she can make the designs that she likes. So, I thought I could do the same, but sell it. (of course I would use new fabric and not old pieces from other clothes) She agreed that if I designed the clothes, she would buy the fabric for me. I could sew it and start an online store (probably eBay or something) and then I could keep the profits after I pay her back for the supplies. I am really excited about it, and in fact have never really cared a whit about fashion. Suddenly, I have ideas from every direction...It is like an untapped river suddenly overflowing. Every writer has a fall back, or so I am told. Anyway, I am still in the designing phase but hope to make my first outfit next week. I will post pictures for you all when I am finished. If you know anyone who would like a custom made outfit, please let me know and I will design something unique and adorable...with the "Diva Seal of Approval" stamped on the tag.
I am optimistic, so no stealing my thunder with all of you pessimists out there...and you know who you are!
Looking forward to your "constructive" criticisms once the designs are finished.
Until then...just call me Nora.
Oh Heavens! I have 6 little divas that would love something! That's a very creative idea! Good luck, and I cannot wait to see what you come up with!
ReplyDeleteWhen you have some of your creations made or even to get some ideas, go to etsy.com. It's a website for selling homemade items. You'll find tons of ideas there. I echo Jennie's sentiment, we have several divas in the family among the younger crowd!
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