This 17 year-old girl has NO idea how much hockey is in her future.
If she did, she might not spend such an extraordinary amount of time, effort & “product” on her hair: perming, moussing, blow-drying, curling & spraying.
Oof. Seriously?
Yesterday, northern New England was awash in a snowfall of such fluffy, powdery flakes that I felt a certain kinship with Wilson “Snowflake” Bentley, of Jericho, Vermont, who, in 1885, became the 1st person to photograph a single snow crystal:
Digital macro photo of a snowflake on knitting, taken with my point & shoot camera.
“Under the microscope, I found that snowflakes were miracles of beauty; and it seemed a shame that this beauty should not be seen and appreciated by others.”
“Every crystal was a masterpiece of design and no one design was ever repeated.”
“When a snowflake melted, that design was forever lost. Just that much beauty was gone, without leaving any record behind.” ~Wilson A. Bentley
Leaving no record except as the inspiration for my own snowflake embroidery.
And so, for the beauty of little things, I give thanks.
I always was a Daddy’s Girl.
Hard to believe it’s been 18 years since my Dad took his own life. At the Catholic Church. On All Saint’s Day.
The adult in me understands that he likely suffered from bipolar disorder, and that he was in a very dark place. The adult in me sees that he did the best he could with what he had.
My Dad passed on his love of camping, despite being a City Boy himself.
Suicide sucks. And I miss my Dad.
Carrie Cahill Mulligan 