October 05, 2006

Not to play favorites, but…

…we simply MUST have a memetheme for today’s Axis of Weevil Thursday Three! AND SO, today we ask you to think about a few of your favorite things. And don’t start humming the song until it’s time!

As with all other episodes of our long-running series, anyone is free to participate by either leaving a comment below with your answers, or a link to your blog where your answers can be found.

Now then, let’s get right into it, shall we? Of course we shall!

1) What is your favorite color? (Yeah, I know it’s an easy one, but they get a LOT harder.)

Okay, now you can start humming the song.

2) Of all the items on the following list:

Raindrops on roses
Whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles
Warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
Cream colored ponies
Crisp apple strudels
Sleigh bells
Schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes
Silver white winters that melt into spring

Which item is your favorite, AND, which item is your LEAST favorite? (See, told you it gets a lot harder!)

And finally,

3) What are three of your favorite memories from childhood?

Okay, now--take a moment to think about those and then let fly with your answers.

As for mine:

1) Blue. And my least favorite is green, even though it’s kin to blue.

2) Favorite would be obviously be “girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,” in that such a thing incorporates my favorite color (see #1 above) and my favorite thing in general. (Which would be girls, not white dresses.) Least favorite would probably be brown paper packages tied up with string. Why? Well, no one uses string anymore except lunatics, so it would probably turn out to be something explodish or gruesome, like kitten schnitzel. I also would probably take issue with annoying, non-melting snowflakes, but I don’t have enough experience with them to make a truly informed decision about their favorite status.

3) I remember the overwhelming joy at getting the Sears Christmas catalog in the mailbox, and I remember the thrill of getting to go eat at The Ensley Grill cafeteria (or out to eat ANYwhere, for that matter), and I remember one particular episode when I was probably about 4 or 5.

My mom was getting dressed and putting on her makeup in the bathroom, and I had found a little plastic piece that had come off the bottom of the little roll-around canister vacuum cleaner we had. I showed it to her and she told me she could make it disappear. She waved her hands around and up and down, and by golly, she DID make it disappear! I giggled and laughed for what seems like forever (at least through the fog of forty years) and tried to find where she’d hidden it, but couldn’t figure out how she’d done that or where the piece of plastic had disappeared to. By the time I was finally old enough that I figured she would tell me, she’d forgotten it had ever happened.

Or so she says.

SO, there you go.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 5, 2006 08:00 AM

I'm up.


Posted by: skinnydan at October 5, 2006 08:25 AM

1. I'd say the color of light in late afternoons about now.

On a more mundane level, I like rich reds.

2. Most -- after this summer, what else but raindrops on rose?

Least -- winters melting into spring.

3. I was a terrible one for going through women's things. I liked their jewels and cosmetics and perfumes and pins. I loved the smell of loose face powder. Oh, I'd get in trouble, but I couldn't stay away.

From when I must have been an infant and spending lots of time there, I loved to study and pick at the patterns on our cheap linoleum floors.

And back to the women's theme, after the noon news, Florence Miller had a show where she demonstrated and sold women's cosmetics. I picked up the word "collagen" before I was five.

Posted by: Janis Gore at October 5, 2006 08:35 AM

Well, Janis, judging by the dress you picked out, all that early instruction seems to have paid off.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 5, 2006 08:42 AM

But I only wear makeup and jewels to events. Much as my mother did, come to think of it. I do have a couple of decent perfumes.

Posted by: Janis Gore at October 5, 2006 08:46 AM

That's all you can ask for--knowing when to wear what, and how. Something to think about now that people don't have a problem showing up wearing jeans and flip flops to meet the President.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 5, 2006 09:00 AM

Great - now I'll be channeling Julie Andrews all day! I'm up.

Posted by: Diane at October 5, 2006 09:10 AM

There are worse things, Diane--I could have asked Rosie O'Donnell-related questions.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 5, 2006 09:13 AM

Ooo, don't even go there Terry.

And I'm up!

Posted by: Sarah G. at October 5, 2006 10:34 AM

I'm up. Finally.

Posted by: Nate at October 5, 2006 03:58 PM

No favourite colour, but I do take a liking to various colours at various times. Right now there are balloon-size grapefruits on the tree in a beautiful yellow. I must write about them, but nobody eats them anymore.

I dislike copper kettles. My first mother-in-law's house was full of unusable copper kitsch. There were copper things on the walls, hanging on wooden handles; copper faux fireplace implements by the fireplace that had no fire (there was a gas heater in it) and copper kettles everywhere, some with potplants in them and some with macrame and woven items, equally devoid of any practical purpose. Nothing personal, you know, it was just her copper things.

I like brown paper packages tied up with string because my grandmother sent such parcels to us when we were children. They came in the post with stamps featuring Queen Elizabeth looking no older than a young princess. We kept the stamps. Mum kept the string and the brown paper.

That is also the first childhood memory. The second is similar to Janis Gore's - I remember distinctively, to this day, the smell of the new linoleum when it was delivered and installed. It still graces my mother's kitchen floor and she polishes it every week with an ancient Electrolux electric polisher.

Posted by: kitchen hand at October 6, 2006 02:55 AM