Pom Pom's Roots

 Hello again, visitors!  Yesterday I stayed at Jeff and Christie's while James napped. They had a doctor's appointment because (wait for it) they are having another BABY!  Woot!  Woot!  Double Woot!  
 I always look forward to spending time with Scout, but she really doesn't get too excited when she sees me.  She napped beside me.  Isn't she cute?
Was your Valentine's Day full of hugs and kisses?  Chocolate?  Flowers?  Sweet cards?  I hope so.  I didn't make heart cookies.  Truthfully, they make me feel horrible, but I LOVE the way they taste.  Maybe next year (using Jody at Gumbo Lily's recipe) I shall make many yummy sugar cookie hearts.

 This morning I had to run a few errands and I thought, "Since I am out in the car anyway, maybe I should go some place fun like the garden store or the antique mall."  Well, I didn't feel THAT ambitious so I came home, but last fall my friend Janis and I went to the garden store and viewed all of these pretty things.  The fairy gardens are especially pleasing.  I have moved beyond my fairy garden obsession because the grandkids do not share my vision.  They sort of throw the stuff around.  I think fairy gardens are for fairy grandmothers, do you think so?

 Someone asked me, I think it was my new New Zealand friend Julie, where the name Pom Pom came from.  (I mailed your pattern today, Julie!) Well, since I've been blogging for so many years I will explain it to you.  About twenty (gasp!) years ago,  I met a clown at a department store and I asked her what her credentials were (ha!) She told me she went to clown school with the Colorado Clowns. I decided to do the same!  I learned to do a few tricks (very few, turns out I'm not tricky) and I learned how to put on the make up.  I found my face that way!  I had to drive very far, through the city, to find a real clown nose and I ordered my clown shoes from a company in Nebraska.  I sewed my Pom Pom dress all by myself.  I found my wig in my neighbor kids' dress up box.  For a while I did birthday parties.  It would take me one hour to apply my make up and if I goofed up, even more time.  On my way to birthday parties I'd stop at the toy store to buy the birthday kid balloons and a small gift.  By the time I went to all this trouble and entertained the kiddies (I hated it when the adults/parents wanted to be entertained because I'm not THAT funny!) and drove home, I could not conclude that being Pom Pom the Clown was a money-making endeavor, but it WAS fun.  Only a few friends call me Pom Pom because that was YEARS ago, before I went back to real college to finish my degree and begin teaching school.  Jeff and Christie found my business cards (joke!) a while back.  Christie asked if I could perform a singing telegram.  Oh, that was a long time ago.  Fun and silly.  Now you know where my blog name came from and why I have continued to be a form of Pom Pom.  My wig is purple.  It looks black in the photo. 

I just looked at the time and it's only 1-ish.  How lovely!  At school when 1 pm rolled around I would think, "I NEED coffee to make it through the rest of the day."  Now, I think, "YAHOO!  The day is young!"  
I hope you are having a peachy day, doing things you like to do and rubbing shoulders with VIP's like your friends and family!
(BIG HUG!)