AD: Purple Passion

On Fri, 10 Sep 2004 19:24:43 -0400, starlia wrote (in message ):

Kathy N-V

WOW WOW WOW

I am in lust.

Bead lust.

That purple swirly pillow-shaped bead with the black knobbies is THE SHIT (as Becki would say). KLUNK!!!!!!!!!

ME ME ME ---- I want a whole set of THOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~~ Sooz To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong. ~~Joseph Chilton Pearce

Thank you! Big smiles all over the place. I can make some for you. The black knobbies are actually dark purple.

I just had a Keanu Reeves moment....my exact words were "Fuuuuuuu*k meeeeeeeee!"

Kalera, hide your grandmother! She must be exhausted by now.

-Su

Oh my! Candace! Covering my face and blushing... LOL

..Stephanie..

Never squat with your spurs on. Texan Proverb

Naw, she's the one who starts it half the time! ;)

-Kalera

Now, that's my kind of grandmother! Will she adopt me? I never had a granny.

-Su

I *love* that line! It's my favorite in the movie - especially the translated reply... "...oh, darn". Anyone who's seen Speed knows what I mean. :)

LOL!

Sadly, my flesh-and-blood grammas are dead... but my bead-scuffling kick-butt imaginary grandma will adopt you for sure!

Actually, let me tell you a bit about my grandmas, to pay them a little homage:

Grandma Wilma was a genetic dwarf, a tiny woman who tended toward stoutness but was a stunning beauty in her youth. She was born in rural Utah, and thanks to her mother, was well-versed in the art of herbal home remedies. Unlike most young Mormon women, she never leaned to cook worth a damn, and her ability to put up food for storage was nearly nonexistent. Moving to Oregon gave her the perfect opportunity to leave behind strict Mormon principles and live a life that was more suited to her; she went to work at Sears instead of living a life of domestic servitude. Luckily, her husband (my grandpa Bill, by comparison a towering giant at 5'1") was an excellent cook and thrived on canning and pickling things, so the family never lacked for good wholesome food, even through the Depression. After Bill, a machinist who had been a shipbuilder during the war, was rendered unable to work by a rare medical condition, she gladly took up the role of sole provider, working at Sears and selling Avon on the side while Bill stayed home to mind the house and putter in his shop. She was an avid reader and, later in life, absolutely addicted to Wheel of Fortune. :) She was also warm and funny and sweet and I adored her to distraction.

Grandma Ida Bee was a whole different kind of woman, a tough little flapper in her day who loved jazz clubs and jazz musicians. She met her future husband, James, in one of these jazz clubs, in Ohio; he was the trumpet player. She was a good bit older than he was, but true love pays no mind; they were married soon after, and started having kids. Raised in North Carolina, my grandma was trained in Cherokee herbal medicine as well as more modern folk remedies, and swore that people only go to hospitals to die... she never trusted doctors. She and my grandfather settled down in Ohio and raised a bunch of kids, including my dad, who was enough to give any other woman a nervous breakdown. Not Ida Bee... she was always cool as a cucumber, even when my father ran away to Mexico without a word of warning at age 16. (He wanted to "see the country", so he hitchhiked to Tijuana, where he was promtly jailed.) When he walked through her kitchen door one evening three weeks later, she didn't even look up, but just said "Dinner's on the table". She never mentioned his absence... not even once. As an old woman, after my dad moved her to Portland (a story in itself, since she hadn't intended to stay and it was an interesting battle of wills) she took to carrying a cane with a hidden dagger in the handle. She never used the dagger, but wasn't averse to hitting people with the cane if she felt like it! Street toughs would cross the street to avoid her. Ornery, feisty, and quick-witted, she was beloved by the whole Albina neighborhood as well as her family.

-Kalera

I have tears in my eyes reading this, Kalera. What wonderful stories of women who have helped shape your life. Thanks for sharing a little part of you.

Aw! Thanks, Jalynne! I'm glad you liked reading about my grammas.

-Kalera