So I'm at the shop today totally stressed out while trying to get the place all decked out for Fall. While drowning among four huge boxes of fall florals that need to be fluffed, my mind started to drift back to "remember when."
Now I may loose some of you here because this post has nothing to do with junk finds. Believe it or not there was a time when something meant even more to me than JUNK!
Chippy white stuff even.....I heard all the gasps!
Back in the day...let's say like between 1984 thru 1987 , when Fall came around my life was CONSUMED with twirling!!
Yep! I was a majorette all
thru high school and nope these pics aren't me. Had to use some stock photos so I had something to show in this post! I love all these vintage girls
showin what their momma gave um!
Anyway, I LOVED it! Fall was so different then. It was about creating routines to super cool (HA!) songs like Ghostbusters and planning on what outfit to wear for the game. No boxes to unpack, no merchandise to price. Just wondering if my hair grew long enough to finally put in a french braid. Then trying to learn how to french braid my own hair. Finally figured it out while watching a Waltons rerun!
How many of you are still here? Hello? Is this thing on?
Those days seem like forever ago yet just yesterday We Got the Beat came on the radio and I was doing the whole routine in my head. There is no way in *H E double tooth pick* that I could fit into the skimpy uniforms we used to wear....(we had this red satin number with black sequins that was well........skimpy but oh so awesome) but I can still bring out the moves...most of them anyway, well some of them, um perhaps a few...but
definitely I still remember some of the routines! Flexibility has left the building.
Right now my baton is in the garage. I used to practice all the time. By myself, with a coach, with my corp, band practice, majorette camp, band camp...practice , practice , practice. All the time. I can't tell you how many times my hands were on that baton. And now it just sits. Done.
It must have taught me
alot. Dedication, responsibility, courage, strength, belief in myself....all of which I apply to my life today as I take care of my shop. So I guess that even though my baton is no longer a big part of my life, the lessons learned from it are.
Now if I could just fit back into those shorts...........
I just wanted to give everyone a HUGE THANK YOU who made it out to our Harvest Tyme at the Marketplace Open House and ShopKeeper Sunday. We had a wonderful weekend including the rain!! One shopper in particular, Tammy from Junk Wild came out with friends and did a wonderful post about her time spent at the shop. I hope you can take a minute to visit her blog and read her sweet words that made me get out the kleenex. I love what I do, and it makes me so happy~ but when you see the joy it brings others...there's NOTHING that can top that!
