The Bow Belle

No events, silly or important, struck my fancy today, so I reached into my box and grabbed a bow. Ah, the big cotton bow!  The cotton here in the Bootheel isn't looking pretty yet, but it won't be too much longer 'til it does.  Of course, that means that the crop dusters will be spraying that God-forsaken defoliant, but that's a small price to pay for living in a farming area.  I wouldn't trade my farmland for the world! If any of y'all have a favorite crop, please drop it below. Love, RagingMoon1987

Lemonade Day! Lemonade is better even that Kool-Aid, at least in my book.  My best friend in high school would've begged to differ.  She's the only person I knew personally who didn't like lemonade.   To each their own, right?  I even know of one case where a dislike of lemonade saved a woman's life, though in the end she probably wished she had died with everyone else.  Her name was Sandy Johnson, and she was the presumed target of Steven Roy Harper.  Harper and Johnson had dated and broken up, Harper wanted to get back at Johnson, and Harper just happened to work at a cancer research center.  He purloined a bottle of a chemical that induces liver cancer, busted into Johnson's house while no one was home, and poured the chemical into some lemonade.  The chemical, DMN, has no taste, smell, or distinct color, so no one suspected a thing.  As it turned out, Sandy Johnson didn't like lemonade and thus never took the bait...but most of her f...

Yep, it's a thing!  Such an event calls for one that's big and sparkly! This one does NOT utilize a French clip, but it pulls almost as bad as one!  Indeed, my white one yesterday was medium-uncomfortable, but I made home before taking it down.  Today I've already had to redo my ponytail twice.  Still, it's a pretty bow.  Mama said it's one of her favorites. Cheers, RagingMoon1987

If Daddy were alive he and Mama would've been married forty-two years.  I think my white lace bow is appropriate. This is actually not a favorite, as it attaches with a French clip.  French clips pull my hair.  Shame too, 'cause it's a pretty bow and it looks nice in my hair.  Today I managed to get it placed just right, so I should be fine. In other news, new mani! The color this time is Mooncat's "Plankton."  It's also the first time in forever that I've had honest-to-God GREEN nails.  Not chartreuse, not celadon, not hunter.  Just plain ol' green, with teeny-weeny gold flecks and widely scattered holo flecks.  It took three coats to get the opacity I wanted, but that was also the case with the last stuff I wore.  Little word of advice, by the way:  Mooncat apparently doesn't appreciate advice on dupes . Happy anniversary, Mama! Love, RagingMoon1987

I couldn't find any of my bee bows (I have four of 'em), but I did find my big sunflower.  Bees love flowers, as we all know. Stepping outside in the Bootheel continues to be like walking on the sun .  It's supposed to hit ninety-eight today and a hundred tomorrow, not counting the heat index.  I semi-joked to Mama that God WOULD wait until the day that we're all home to turn the oven on "broil."  Thanks, God, but I'm about done on this side!  I love you, though. And I love y'all!  Stay cool and stay safe! All my love, RagingMoon1987

I still don't have a Kool-Aid-themed bow, so I picked a bright solid instead. It has literally been YEARS since I drank Kool-Aid, but I'll always associate it with childhood and with summer.  Mama was always making it for us, and we were always drinking it.  I remember the grape stuff the best, nice and cold, with a bendy straw. Stay cool out there! Love, RagingMoon1987