Greetings, folks! Hope everyone had a lovely weekend. :c)
I have a few longer posts in the works (yes, still), but I wanted to share a brief story with you from this past weekend.
I was near the end of a lengthy walk when two friends called to ask if I wanted to meet them for dinner. I was only about 15 minutes away by foot, and it's a casual (albeit very nice) restaurant, so I simply went straight there and had a cup of coffee to warm up while waiting for them.
I was checking my messages when I noticed a mother and her young daughter, probably about seven or eight years old, looking in my direction. A minute or two later I glanced their way again, and, once again, they were looking my way.
They weren't staring, nor were they being rude, so I assumed they read me and shrugged it off, as I do when that happens. (It's usually on a day like yesterday, when I haven't shaved to get ready for my next electrolysis appointment.) I know who I am, I like who I am, and I'm still changing, both physically and emotionally, and that is all that really matters.
Just as I saw my friends drive past and head for the parking lot about a block away, I noticed that the little girl and her mother put on their coats and head towards my table on their way to the door. I had gone back to reading my text messages, when I realized they were standing next to me. I looked up and smiled at them.
"I'm sorry if we were being impolite, miss," the mother said. "But my daughter and I were both admiring your hair."
I laughed (and blushed), thanked them, and rightfully gave the credit to my stylist.
The little girl then spoke.
"Miss, I told my mom that your hair looks like red velvet cupcakes - and those are my *favorite* ones in the world!" lol
I laughed again and thanked her, adding that I was flattered to hear that.
"You're welcome," she said.
She then eyed me critically for a moment.
"It's a good look for you, you know."
I immediately offered to hire her as my fashion adviser. She was game, but her mother gently suggested to both of us that she needed to finish third grade first. :c)
And thus went that part of my weekend!
Postscript: As you would imagine, I promptly texted April with the entire story.
Her immediate reply?
"Great! Red Velvet can be your porn name. :D"
While that certainly is an option, I noted that I think I preferred "Cupcake." Not as my porn name, of course, just in general. For some reason it appealed to me; maybe it fits my personality?
In any event, I hope your week is filled with culinary delights of whatever sort you most enjoy. Have a lovely week, everyone!
***Nothing to do with the theme of this post; just a performance from Hurray for the Riff-Raff, one of my favorite new bands. Their new album is wonderfully addictive. Hope you like this!