I’m still here. Or, actually, I’m mostly over here.
One year ago on C&T: I made Buffalo Chicken Pot Pies and took pictures but never finished the post. I’m lame.
Two years ago on C&T: Lemon Lime Icebox Pie
Three years ago on C&T: Huckleberry Shortbread Bars
Four years ago on C&T: Chocolate Modeling Clay Pt. 3, Almond Shortbread Bars and Chocolate Rum Cake
Chloe Elizabeth, June 6, 2011
When I was in high school – specifically, the summer between my sophomore and junior years – I decided I needed a makeover. I have no idea what inspired this thought . . . maybe I was bored, maybe I was feeling a little down on myself, maybe just looking for a change. But I got the idea in my brain, and decided it must be done. At the time, I was spending the summer with my dad and stepmom in Seattle, away from my hometown and friends back in Boise, Idaho. Since I was in The Big City, I figured my makeover would be all the more dramatic. Since I had my driver’s license (and, gasp, my parents allowed me to drive one of their cars! in the city!), I decided my makeover had to be done at the nicest place I could imagine – the big, beautiful mall in Bellevue, all the way across Lake Washington (by freeway!) from where we lived.
So I booked an appointment at an upscale salon, and off I went. And a couple hours later
This post has been written in my heart for two weeks now . . . but putting it down in typeface seems so much harder, more permanent. How is it that I can be a grown woman, a full-on adult person, and still feel as vulnerable as a child?
I know I’m lucky. Until just a few years ago, all four of my grandparents were still living. That’s pretty darn good. And then my grandfathers both passed away, within months of each other. They were both in their 80’s and had battled health problems for years, so the end, while sad, was not a surprise.
But my grandmother . . . my paternal grandmother, she’s the one who seemed destined to outlive us all. An indomitable force. A woman to be reckoned with.