Butterfly, mariposa, schmetterling...beer?
For me it's not officially spring until I see a butterfly. I saw my first one about a week before the last wave of tornadoes came through, so it's been spring for me exactly that long. But I'm only now trotting out the bow.
Mama says that this is one of her favorite JoJo bows. Usually I'm not a big fan of pastels...awww, who am I kidding? I love pastels, though I don't love how pink gets forced down the throats of little girls. Pink IS a nice color, but so are lots of other colors. Now that I think of it...are these pastel butterflies, or are they more neon??? Maybe a little bit of both??? That green is pretty bright, after all, but it's also pretty light. As I said above my feelings for pastels are a little complicated, I've always loved neon-colored anything. Indeed, once FailBook had a slot on its profile layout for an individual's favorite colors, and the ones I listed were acid green, neon blue, hot pink, and oddly, black. Let's face it, black goes with everything. And yet...and yet most of my black hair bows are either solid black or paired with blue, like my Pac-Man bow is.
Where was I? Oh yes, butterflies. I had a love-hate relationship with insects growing up. Initially I wasn't afraid of much, but I eventually developed a deep fear of spiders, wasps, and bumblebees, and that fear turned into a fear of all bugs for awhile. I STILL hate red wasps! My sister, on the other hand, actively chased and caught insects, particularly the ones she knew couldn't sting her. Her favorite quarry was monarch caterpillars. I forget how many of those she captured and raised in her little butterfly vivarium that she received for her birthday one year, but it was a lot. Every single one she named before she released, usually after an artist. Vermeer and Rembrandt are the ones I remember the most; Vermeer was special because he was the very first one. As for Rembrandt...well, we thought Rembrandt had died. Sister had tearfully carried the box out to the porch and opened the lid to take him out and bury him, and imagine her joy when he snapped to consciousness. I was holed up in my room, trying to hide my own tears for the lost butterfly, when Sister yelled "OH, HE'S ALIVE!!!" so loud that the whole family ran outside to see him fly away down the street. The only explanation we could come up with was that Rembrandt had exhausted himself trying to escape his enclosure, and when Sister finally realized he'd hatched he'd fallen into a deep sleep (thank God he didn't beat up his wings trying to get away). But anyway, Rembrandt lived and we were all relieved. Daddy was so happy that he ordered pizza for us, and we celebrated. It was that big of a deal for us all that Rembrandt had made it. Sister also raised mail-ordered painted ladies, and I think once a black swallowtail, but monarchs were always her favorites. I personally like red admirals, as they're the ones that always gather around my current house when the weather is warm.
Sweeping change of subject, when I took Spanish class in high school I learned that the Spanish word for "butterfly" is "mariposa." Daddy was conversational in German, and he taught me that the German word is "schmetterling." The French word, as we all learned during the Westminster Dog Show, is "papillon," like the dog with the butterfly ears. All quite pretty words, I think, just like the little insect itself. Just shows that plenty of cultures love their butterflies, just like I do.
Now that that's out of the way, a clumsily-executed last-minute add-on. Since I had a butterfly bow picked out, I had some very pretty butterfly earrings to go with it. But I learned like thirty minutes ago that it's National Beer Day here in the U.S. Guess what I happen to have???
Where was I? Oh yes, butterflies. I had a love-hate relationship with insects growing up. Initially I wasn't afraid of much, but I eventually developed a deep fear of spiders, wasps, and bumblebees, and that fear turned into a fear of all bugs for awhile. I STILL hate red wasps! My sister, on the other hand, actively chased and caught insects, particularly the ones she knew couldn't sting her. Her favorite quarry was monarch caterpillars. I forget how many of those she captured and raised in her little butterfly vivarium that she received for her birthday one year, but it was a lot. Every single one she named before she released, usually after an artist. Vermeer and Rembrandt are the ones I remember the most; Vermeer was special because he was the very first one. As for Rembrandt...well, we thought Rembrandt had died. Sister had tearfully carried the box out to the porch and opened the lid to take him out and bury him, and imagine her joy when he snapped to consciousness. I was holed up in my room, trying to hide my own tears for the lost butterfly, when Sister yelled "OH, HE'S ALIVE!!!" so loud that the whole family ran outside to see him fly away down the street. The only explanation we could come up with was that Rembrandt had exhausted himself trying to escape his enclosure, and when Sister finally realized he'd hatched he'd fallen into a deep sleep (thank God he didn't beat up his wings trying to get away). But anyway, Rembrandt lived and we were all relieved. Daddy was so happy that he ordered pizza for us, and we celebrated. It was that big of a deal for us all that Rembrandt had made it. Sister also raised mail-ordered painted ladies, and I think once a black swallowtail, but monarchs were always her favorites. I personally like red admirals, as they're the ones that always gather around my current house when the weather is warm.
Sweeping change of subject, when I took Spanish class in high school I learned that the Spanish word for "butterfly" is "mariposa." Daddy was conversational in German, and he taught me that the German word is "schmetterling." The French word, as we all learned during the Westminster Dog Show, is "papillon," like the dog with the butterfly ears. All quite pretty words, I think, just like the little insect itself. Just shows that plenty of cultures love their butterflies, just like I do.
Now that that's out of the way, a clumsily-executed last-minute add-on. Since I had a butterfly bow picked out, I had some very pretty butterfly earrings to go with it. But I learned like thirty minutes ago that it's National Beer Day here in the U.S. Guess what I happen to have???
Butterflies and beer...strange combo, LOL. Add to that the fact that one of my necklaces has the TARDIS on it, and you've really got a Charlie Foxtrot! What can I say, I've been wanting an excuse to wear these beer earrings for a long time now, and now I've got an excuse. Plus, butterflies and beer. Alliteration!
Skoal and butterfly kisses,
RagingMoon1987
Skoal and butterfly kisses,
RagingMoon1987
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