The Devil is In the Details

As I wandered around my parents house on Thanksgiving,

I thought about all the details that were unique to their home.

This beautiful painting with embroidery

was in the bathroom in the house I grew up in.

In their current house, it's on prominent display.

In fact, there was embroidery everywhere.

When did women have the time to embroider things back then?

So while Dad played cards with the varmints,

I decided to do a house tour of my past.

Here's my Dad surrounded by his own varmints.

We were drowning in Huck-a-poo.

(nice cleavage, mom!)

Mom looking elegant in a long fitted plaid robe.

She named this dude "Hung Lo."

He still hangs out over the dining room table.

In this pic, I was obviously teething.

Why was I so happy?

I'm pretty sure they gave me a shot of cherry schnapps.

This was my kindergarten boyfriend.

Here he is holding my hand & whispering

naughty things to me before school.

This was the awkward phase.

Notice the bad hair, braces & yes, more embroidery.

We got that ski jacket on sale at Syms.

This is abdullah. He's made of some fancy hollow wood.

We always wondered if there were jewels hidden inside him.

Or drugs.

LOVE this old tile table.

When I was 3, I played a game where the yellow tiles

were scrambled eggs, for each place setting.

Here's my brother.

He convinced me that there

was a space elevator in his closet.

He often came back from space with cookies.