New designs and a new post! I am excited to share My Mom's Junk new look with you in my latest post!!! It's been quiet on the blog but behind the scenes, it has been a whirlwind of activity. It seems like if I'm blogging about something, I don't have time to get the project done. For my sanity, that's just not an option anymore. That being said, I'm working around the clock to prepare for my ... Read More about My Mom’s Junk New Look!
My Dad is the youngest of five children and a twin. My Dad and his brother might look the same but they could not be more different. Polar opposites. My father is a Veterinarian and looks like Grizzly Adams. Getting dirty does not bother him in the least. I will tell you a story sometime. It involves a farm call, a rectal exam on a cow, and my Dad politely passing the biscuits when they invited us in for dinner. This is not that day and that is another story. My Uncle is an Interior Designer, anal, and perpetually single. This story is about him…and a pink Cadillac. I was born in Maryland but every summer we would come back to Oklahoma to visit family. We always stayed at my Grandma Audrey’s ranch, in Kellyville. On this particular very, very, hot Oklahoma summer day, my family and I were sitting on my Grandmother’s front porch. My Uncle had called and apparently had bought a new car. A Cadillac we were told. He was on his way to show us. I remember looking down the driveway at my Uncle David excitedly pulling up in front of the house. I also remember someone saying: “Is that a PINK Cadillac?!?” Yep. It was. Boy was he proud. My brother, sister, and I swarmed around the car. I loved it. What little girl doesn’t love pink? He even asked us if we wanted to wash it! So the grown-ups gathered up the hoses, soap, and the sponges. They had the common sense to stay as far away as possible. They went inside the house, as a matter of fact.When my family came back outside we were done…and could not wait to show everyone what a great job we did. It was squeaky clean. Inside and out. Then I heard my Uncle yelling: “They washed the car with the windows down!!!!!” My Uncle ran over to the car and opened the driver’s side door. Water poured out. Everybody tried their best not to laugh…even my Uncle;)