Wednesday, December 2, 2009
9:35 PM
Vanity
Given how much I LOVED the two vanities I got when I was little, you'd think I would remember a lot of details regarding how they looked but sadly, I do not. I just remember that the first one was predominantly white with lots of pink trim. I remember a mirror, some drawers, and a throne sort of thing to sit upon. This was another one of those magical toys that transformed me into a fairy princess whenever I played with it. I got dressed and primped for many a castle ball at my vanity. LOL
The first time I got a vanity, Bernie and I were temporarily sharing a room. I missed having my own room and I know Bernie missed having his own space to himself too but still, in a way, I really liked sharing a room with him for awhile. Had we both been teens, that never would have worked for even one hour but fortunately, we were both still fairly young at the time. I was in the 1st grade and Bernie was in the 7th. Today, 7th grade is very much a "teen" year but back then, kids didn't grow up quite so fast so Bernie still had a lot of kid in him. He still played with toys, etc. so in spite of the huge age difference, and the fact that he was a boy and I, a girl, we still managed to make some sweet memories during that time. Bernie tolerated my dolls and my vanity and I refrained from complaining about the fact that his lonesome-sounding radio woke me up every single school day morning playing the same depressing song every time: At 17 by Janis Ian. First thing in the morning, it was always that, and a Chaney's Funeral Home commercial. Real pick-me-ups, don't you know. Ugh. I HATED the song, I HATED the commercial, and I HATED the sound of those old AM radios. I still hate all three of those things today. But I DON'T hate the sweet memories I have of sharing a warm, cozy little bedroom over on M****** Street with my big brother. Every time we've ever gotten mad at one another through the years, it's priceless memories such as that, and realizing that there is only one human being on the face of this earth who shares my parents and all of our family memories, that reminds me just how blessed I am to have a big brother.
To round off the edges and bring us back from the ledges...
That's what love is for.