Photo a Week Challenge; PINK 2/14/19

I can be so judgmental sometimes….

Like Nancy says in her challenge for us this week, I’m also not much of a girly girl. And unlike Nancy, for whom pink  “is never my first choice of color for anything”, in days passed, I actively disliked and avoided PINK.

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But I am cursed (yes, and blessed) with the drive to find a lesson in anything I “actively dislike”.

I wrote about PINK once before.

Some one gave me a gift…a polar fleece vest…in the ugliest color…bright fuchsia?! Not a color I would ever choose or wear…too fake looking….I didn’t even like people who wore this color. AND, didn’t the person who gave me this ugly thing, know that pink is way too “girly” for me? I put it in the closet…way in the back…

A couple of years later, I am on a Spring walk with my camera, in search of new flowers. I come across a stunning flower, the brightest color for miles around (or so it seems). I have these thoughts, “there are so many colors in Nature that we just have not been able to duplicate. We don’t even have names for some of the colors we see in a sunset or a flower. This flower is a spectacular color!! I wish I had something to wear in this color…”

I pick just a blossom leaf or two to take home. I put them in my pocket.

That same week I am doing a closet downsizing for a Goodwill run and find the never worn, long-forgotten ugly pink vest tucked way in the back…..and then I remember those bright colored petals!

 

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Can you see the petal??

I blushed about the same color!

Needless to say, it has become one of my favorite things to wear. I even got socks, a scarf and shoes with a stripe in the same color!

Now I’m wondering if I owe my gift-giver an apology…….

 

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So I had to get to the bottom of this. Why such a strong reaction? It’s just a color, right?

Way too long a story (including a couple of years of hard-core therapy) later, I traced my prejudice back to a relatively off-handed comment from my Aunt. I had run away from home at 15 and ended up living with her in high school. She sewed these beautiful clothes for me, whole outfits for daily and church wear, as well as various Prom-type formal dresses. Always in hues of pink.

My favorite color is blue, since very early childhood, and my Aunt knew this so one day, I asked her to make me some thing BLUE. Her response, the casual remark I mentioned above? She said, “No, pink is better. Then the boys will all think you are still a virgin….”

I was shocked and protested, apparently way too much, because it was a disagreement we were still having when she was on her death bed. She never believed me and I never forgave her for that.

Still painfully ironic today because no budding young Flower Child, Hippie-Chick, California Girl in the 1960’s ever successfully fought harder to “save herself for marriage” than I did.

Talk about swimming against the tide of the sexual norms of those days!

So when I finally became more “enlightened” by the late 60’s and early 70’s, apparently I buried the reason for, but still held on to the active dislike of all things PINK!

Aren’t you glad you asked??

Oh wait, you didn’t…another bright pink blush here…

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I have since fully embraced PINK in all its hues and tones, in nature, as well as in my decorating choices.

 

Here’s an example, if you feel inspired to read more about it. I wrote it to anchor the gratitude I have come to feel for my ancestors (especially my Aunt) and all their powerfully feminine (and PINK) influences in my life.

https://chosenperspectives.com/2017/05/24/heritage-for-wpc-5-17-17/

 

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Faded photo from 1965…outfit all pink, including the shoes!

Thanks for reading and I really love comments, especially when my vulnerable, pink insides are kinda hanging out there for all to see….

 

https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/a-photo-a-week-challenge-pink/

SongLyricSunday-theme Season 12/23/18

HUH??? ChosenPerspectives here…Somehow my post got posted with someone else’s post mixed in it. I don’t know how that happened??? (Helen???) If you know how please inform.

This is mine:

I got completely side-tracked with this theme. I can see many great songs have been shared since yesterday, including the very first one I thought of. I always like to go with that first one because it’s often a real old-timer, and I fantasize I am sharing my old music with younger generations.

But something strange happened as I was preparing to post it.

Disclaimer: I rarely post anything political or controversial, unless it’s really important to me, and what I am about to say has nothing with the other people who also chose the same song I thought of. It also has nothing to do with the group doing this song. (The Zombies were brilliant and I’ve included a couple more of their songs at the bottom.)

It’s just that I was shocked and dismayed at the video that came with the song.

At first, I was completely embarrassed, like somehow a whole generation’s blind spots about sexuality were my fault.

Don’t get me wrong. I was THERE! And I remember all of this going on around me. It was the SIXTIES.

But this video shows only one aspect of a powerful movement, the sexual revolution, not all of it.

Now that I’ve had some time, I have been able to shift my perspective, and see that I did not choose literally one of the most demeaning-to-women, music videos I’ve ever seen…(talk about objectifying, harassing, unwanted touching and the whole game of it all).

But rather this video shows just how far we have come since 1968.

So here is my choice for our theme, Season.

Time of the Season byThe Zombies
It’s the time of the season
When love runs high
And this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to (promised lands)
To show you every one
It’s the time of the season for loving
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
(He rich) Is he rich like me?
Has he taken, any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live
Tell it to me slowly (tell me what)
I really want to know
It’s the time of the season for loving
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
(He rich) Is he rich like me?
Has he taken, any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live
Tell it to me slowly (tell me what)
I really want to know
It’s the time of the season for loving
Songwriters: Rod Argent
Time of the Season lyrics © Marquis Songs Usa

 

 

Thanks for allowing me to share my personal perspective. Please, feel completely free to take it or leave it.

 

 

 

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Nothing below this is mine?!?

 

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  18. I almost forgot today was Sunday because I have been trying to get my daughters room finished for Christmas, it being her Christmas gift and all. But I did remember, and I had no idea what to post until I heard a song on a Christmas play list this morning. It is a twist on the twelve days of Christmas, and by the way I loathe that song, but this one was actually worth listening to all the way, so here is the Twelve Days Of Christmas Straight No Chaser.
    Arranged by Ken Burgomaster

    On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
    A partridge in a pear tree.
    On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
    Two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
    On the fourth day of Christ
    On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, five golden rings
    Four calling birds, three french hens,
    Two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
    On the ninth day of Christmas, (on the eighth day of Christmas)
    My true love gave to me (my true love gave to me)
    Nine ladies dancing (eight maids a milking)
    Eight ladies dancing (seven maids a milking)
    Seven ladies dancing (six maids a milking)
    Six ladies dancing (five)
    Better not shout, you better not cry,
    You better not in a pear tree
    On the ninth, no!
    On the eighth, come on!
    On the seventh day of Christmas (deck the halls)
    My true love gave to me (with boughs of holly)
    Seven swans a swimming (here we come a wassailing)
    Six geese a laying (among the leaves so)
    Five golden rings (Fa-la-la-la-la)
    Four calling birds
    Three french hens
    Two turtle doves (here we come a wassailing)
    The boar’s head in hand bear I (among the leaves so green)
    Bedeck’d with bays
    And partridge in a pear tree
    On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
    Eleven pipers piping (ding)
    Ten lords a leaping (dong)
    Nine ladies dancing (ding)
    Eight maids a milking (dong)
    Seven swans a swimming (ding)
    Six geese a laying (dong)
    Five golden rings
    Four calling birds
    Three french hens
    Two turtle doves
    And Rudolph the red nosed reindeer!
    On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
    I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay,
    And when it’s dry and ready, my dreidel I shall play
    Oh dreidel dreidel dreidel (hey, 12 days of Christmas)
    (what? 8 days of Hanukkah. It’s a Christmas medley)
    On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
    Do do do do doot do (do de do de do de do de do de)
    Do do do do doot do (do de do de do de do de do de)
    On the twelfth day my true love gave to me
    Twelve drummers drumming like Olympus above the Serengeti
    Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba oh
    Eleven pipers piping, ten lords a leaping (Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba oh)
    Nine ladies dancing they were dancing for me
    Eight maids a milking they were milking just for me
    I had Christmas down in Africa
    I had Christmas down in Africa
    I had Christmas down in Africa (five golden rings)
    I had Christmas down in Africa (five golden rings)
    I had Christmas down in Africa (five golden rings)
    Couldn’t take the halls into the things we never had
    Do do do do doot do (do de do de do de do de do de)
    Do do do do doot do (do de do de do de do de do de)
    Partridge in a big pear tree (do de do de do de do de do de)
    Partridge in a big pear tree

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 12/23/18

SongLyricSunday 5/20/18 Theme-my NAME???

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 5/20/18

(Disclaimer…I think because I have not posted for a while, I got carried away this morning. I mean, one song is all that was asked for. I seem to have turned this into a dissertation or something…)

OK, this was a serious challenge. First of all, I could not find a single legitimate artist with my name. I mean, there is Kathie Lee Gifford, but come on. I know how judgmental this is but I really cannot count her as an “artist”.

OK, so I tried my maiden name next and remembered not a specific song by an artist with that name, but rather a whole album by a longtime friend of mine, an amazing artist herself, singing my namesake’s songs.

http://genestout.com/cd-review-ginny-reillys-tribute-to-blues-legend-bessie-smith/

(Shameless plug here….Go buy something by Ginny Reilly!!)

 

Then I tried my original, birth, last name, which later, sort of became my middle name (long story there) and found an artist I don’t usually like but she does have this one Power Song I like to play in my Women’s Groups.

Lyrics
You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone
You know I dream in color
And do the things I want
You think you got the best of me
Think you had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think that I’d come running back
Baby you don’t know me, ’cause you’re dead wrong
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean I’m over ’cause you’re gone
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
You heard that I was starting over with someone new
But told you I was moving on over you
You didn’t think that I’d come back
I’d come back swinging
You try to break me but you see what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean I’m over ’cause you’re gone
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
Thanks to you I got a new thing started
Thanks to you I’m not the broken-hearted
Thanks to you I’m finally thinking ’bout me
You know in the end the day to left was just my beginning
In the end
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean I’m over ’cause you’re gone
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
When I’m alone
Songwriters: Alexandra Leah Tamposi / David Gamson / Greg Kurstin / Jorgen Kjell Elofsson
Stronger lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management Inc, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

 

OK, so that’s good, right? A song by an artist with my name, sort of? But then I started thinking about songs with my name in them and remembered an old favorite…

Lyrics
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
Songwriters: Paul Simon
Kathy’s Song lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 

But unfortunately…for you…that reminded me of an even earlier song with my name in it. Kind of a traumatic song really as one of my very first “boyfriends” played it over our junior high school’s loud speaker when we “broke up”. (Dating back then was innocent, short, and sweet, but the break ups were brutal!!

 

Cathy’s Clown
Don’t want your love anymore
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown
I gotta stand tall
You know a man can’t crawl
When he knows you’re tellin’ lies and he hears ’em passing by
He’s not a man at all
Don’t want your love anymore
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown
When you see me shed a tear
And you know that it’s sincere
Don’t you think it’s kinda sad that you’re treating me so bad
Or don’t you even care?
Don’t want your love anymore
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown
That’s Cathy’s clown
That’s Cathy’s clown
Songwriters: Donald I Everly
Cathy’s Clown lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I searched but could not find much by anyone with my current last name. It’s an unusual, shortened name, for immigration here from Italy back in the early 1900’s.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the variety in my response to the challenge today.

I do so love comments, of all kinds.

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COB (Cee’s Oddball Challenge)

Instructions are:

This challenge is for those photos you take that don’t really fit into any common category. There is never a theme to this challenge, so what is an odd ball is all up for you to discover and photograph.

My entry:

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My healthiest Fern….

 

 

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: January 21, 2018

Weathered for WPC-an embarrassing re-post

Weathered

This seems like a great picture post for the theme this week, “Weathered”.

But pretty shocking and uncomfortable to share so be kind. (Smiley, winky emoji here!)

 

https://chosenperspectives.com/2016/02/11/time-warning-to-young-women-rated-r-for-terror/

Daily Writing Prompt–Egg

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/egg/Triplets

I was so excited when I first spotted these eggs in the Rhododendron out in front of my house. I checked the eggs out every day for a while and couldn’t wait to show my Grandsons, who, at the time were about 5 and 7.

I took them outside, lifted them each up high enough to get a good look, and then we went back in the house to have the inevitable discussion about the problems of keeping the nestlings as pets once they hatched.

The next day, the youngest came running up all excited…”They HATCHED, Gramma!!”

Uh oh. I knew they couldn’t have yet, but when we went outside to check things out, there were the broken egg shells all over the ground.

I lied. Well, I agreed with them when, already heartbroken about the whole “no pet” thing, they concluded the baby Robins had flown away to a happy life in the sky.

I felt awful, for the tragedy (though as an adult, I can almost grasp the whole food chain thing in Nature) but also because I had lied.

A few days later I was reading about the habits of our local Steller Jays, about how smart they are. These cousins of the Crow have figured out how to watch other animals, especially human ones, as they discover and then repeatedly return to, a nest full of eggs….

Not only did I lie to my grandsons. Apparently I was also responsible for the discovery and destruction of those beautiful eggs!

Now I REALLY felt awful!

No Gold Star for this Grandmother today!

Image result for free image of Steller Jay

 

 

I have my own photo of Steller Jays somewhere but can’t find them right now. The above image was listed online as free.

You can find more great bird photos on two of my favorite Blogs…https://throughopenlens.com/  or Daily Musings