The girls of Tri Delta – frozen in time – after winning the Derby Day trophy for eight years in a row.
I don’t know what got me thinking morbid thoughts today…probably my brain has been frozen since I have no heat. But I began thinking what people would find out if my demise came today. I began to clean out some stuff and contemplate about the things that I keep and what it says about me.
There’s that size 5 cocktail dress and strappy stilletos that linger in my closet. Maybe they will think I was slender and fashionable. I actually wore those items somewhere in my distant past and I keep them as a reminder – along with my cheerleader sweater – a glaring Kelly green which made me look anemic.
There’s the entire volume of daily journals where I record my deluded thoughts. I do hope my friend, Putt, will come and destroy them as she promised. I would hate for anyone to read about my upteenth diet and exercise routine which were summarily dismissed after three days.
The real horror will come when they look under the beds. There’s my wedding dress which I’ve worn twice. Once, on my wedding day, and again to a Halloween party in 1999. I went as the bride of Frankenstein and my friend, Jack, was my groom. We spent hours creating huge gaping incisions on his face. We won a prize for our charade. Now how can I get rid of that dress that brought such pleasure – at the Halloween party, not the wedding.
There’s a whole depository of Southern Livings with which I cannot seem to part – though I’m thinking seriously of burning them for heat.
There’s my grandmother’s cookbooks which I take out each morning and remember her as I read her recipes and pray I got some of her genes. She lived to the ripe old age of 97 and was beautiful to the end. I attribute that to our Indian heritage which blessed us with great cheek bones. Her grandmother was a full-blooded Choctaw Indian. I remember as a child I would cheer for the Indians when we went to the movies.
There are upteen photos from my college years. If you examine the photo above, you will note I was the one on the right, wearing a jumper with horizontal stripes. What was I thinking? And why am I still wearing the same hairdo?
It’s time to retool. I’m making my wedding dress into a lampshade. My daddy paid good money for that dress, and I’m determined that he get his money’s worth.