Superstitioulicious.

Dear friends,

black cat

Source: Etsy

Friday the 13th might be a day of superstition for most but it was delicious for me.

First, I was walking across campus when a group of college boys whistled at me. It was bizarre to say the least. They were sitting under a tree talking in a language I didn’t understand. I walked right past them and as soon as they were behind me, I heard the unmistakable and conspicuous male signal that needs no translation. I can’t remember the last time it happened to me and, given my age, I would have figured it was meant for any other female within 100 yards except there weren’t any. I smiled bigger than I’ve smiled in a long time and kept on walking — with, possibly, slightly more pep in my step because I was clearly rocking my black skirt and super-cute pumps. Mr. Mom says the boys must have been leg men, claiming it takes one to know one. I don’t know and I don’t care because it sure made my day.

When I got home, I had a hand-written note in the mail from a friend who was recently Unaquilted. I’ve told you about Sweet Sarah before. She’s getting married soon and was the surprise recipient of the blue quilt featured in yesterday’s post. She’s marrying the little brother of one of my “J” friends and I couldn’t resist giving the lovebirds a quilt to cuddle under. I wrote that I hoped they’d make lots of memories with it, perhaps even spill a little wine on it in the interest of having fun as newlyweds.

In her thank you note to me, Sarah said:

Thank you so very much for our first (and favorite) wedding gift . . . We used it in our engagement pictures and it looks great. We loved your note about making memories with it and somehow it ended up with bird poo on it during our photo session. We both laughed because it got broken in right off the bat. Thank you to you and (Mr. Mom) for being a couple to look up to. You both are an inspiration to me.

Now, lordy be . . . if there’s anything more encouraging than a wolf whistle, it’s got to be a heartfelt message like Sarah’s.

Who needs a lucky day when Friday the 13th is this superstitioulicious?

With gratitude {for admirers of all ages and genders},

Joan, the long-legged Magpie

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Comments

  1. Hey Magpie. My emailed version of your post mentions a kicky ruffle around that black skirt. But I don’t see it here. How come you scissored the ruffle? E.B. White would say it was an important detail.

  2. Oh M’del, I’m laughing out loud because you are the only person I know who would notice a small edit. I was trying to streamline a couple of sentences and thought “kicky” could come out.

    While we’re talking, I have become an endless editor. If left to my devices, I will edit a single post ad nauseum. You can only imagine how I drive my staff crazy. (Who knew I had so much JZ in me?) Anyway, Friday, I read the Brand proposal you were responsible for and called LM at 4:30 and said “Happy Friday! I didn’t change a SINGLE word!” You made a lot folks in Rolla happy yesterday. When Joan’s happy, they’re all happy.

    • Hosanna on the Brand proposal. I was rollin’ on that rhetoric. Never thought I’d hit the ZONE on a chemical engineering equipment request. (And never doubted how much JZ you had in you….)

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