|To be fair he had to use those ties|
with the little balls on the ends.
After years of giving him a hard time about his salon skills, I admit defeat at the challenge of chasing a child and inserting decent looking ponytails. On the rare occasion I find success, those stinkers yank 'em out within minutes.
What a sweet, if asymmetrical, memory. Ahh, my memory! That wonderful place where snow isn't cold and Ramen Noodles taste expensive.
Have you been shopping lately in your memory for picture book ideas? Maybe the memory itself isn't worthy of a book, but the feeling that accompanies the memory is.
Rob Sanders (author of Cowboy Christmas, which I was lucky enough to win from his blog) had a series of posts in the summer encouraging writers to document those early memories as inspiration. Check out his charts to help you mine your mind.
|I didn't really care, as long as|
the tree was loaded!
The holidays are a time of memories, aren't they? One Christmas morning I remember creeping down that same set of stairs where crooked ponytails were created and spying the presents in front of the tree. Though many were wrapped in crisp, colorful paper, my breath halted when I saw the Strawberry Shortcake dolls lined up in front of the presents. There were a million of them! (or maybe eight - but still!) Though the image is bright and vivid in my mind, I still like to open the box of Strawberry Shortcakes at home to get the fruitastic smell which accompanies the memory.
What is your favorite holiday memory?