I unplugged for a while and it has left me with so much running through my mind. I selected the above photograph this morning with hopes of writing something profound to match the mood of the image.
But as I was ordering my coffee I heard The Big Bopper singing:
Chantilly lace and a pretty face
And a pony tail hangin' down
A wiggle in the walk and a giggle in the talk
Make the world go 'round.
A presentation of a fairly condescending 1950s female stereotype. Horrible, right?
No. Not for me.
I return to my little girl self for a moment, laughing with my young dad as he walks through our old kitchen singing this song from his childhood. He ridiculously swings one hip and snaps the fingers on his giant hands at lace, his other hip and snap following strong with face. All of it accompanied by a silly grin.
I hear the joy in his voice. I don't think about the lyrics. Or do I? Hmm.
I haven't seen this act of Dad's in a very long time, but the picture in my mind is crystal clear. I wonder if he still swings and snaps. I bet he does, probably post shower, wrapped in a towel, while looking in his bathroom mirror. The same mischievous look on his face.
Oh well. Profound is often tiring, no?
Chantilly Lace (song)
Chantilly Lace (video)