Furry Stollen
Mami gave me two earrings with little zigzags etched in. Almost in the shape of goldfish bowls. All they're missing is a few fish. And a potato each...
"Look after them! Don't lose them..." Audible tints of nostalgia. "They were given to me by Stolly. They are from Africa!" Looks into the far distance wistfully, willing back into the mind's eye the music and the communes and the hippies. Stolly is a man from Mami's youth. From back in the 70's, when they all had too much facial hair - in the fashion of a modern man regressed back to the cave-man era. When I hear the name Stolly, I think of the traditional German Christmas cake, Stollen, with a beardy fuzz going on where the face would be if Christmas cakes had faces. Everything fuzzed over but the whites of the eyes. And maybe a tooth or two.
I got back from a mission and talked to Mami about sofa cushions and children not cracking up to how they were advertised back in the day. The children on the huge billboards NEVER had detentions. Or sat at the computer for too long. Or picked noses. In fact, the first adults thought all of a sudden:
"Look at the clean sparkly healthy people on that billboard eating cocopops without slobbering. I WANT one. How much are they? They would fit in so nicely with my leather sofa and my squeaky polished floor, and the teatowel folded with precision over the sparkling radiator..." I digress.
Back to the earrings. Singular. Earring. One had gone. Her prized possession from Stolly (and in turn, Africa). She managed very well to conceal the panic and emotional turmoil as she took the sofa apart in search of The Lost Earrring. I walked down my entire street in my blue and pink stripy socks, examining the pavement intently for signs of a telling sparkle, thinking "No no no no no no. From STOLLY! No no no."
Back inside, I dejectedly took out the other earring. "Is it in your bra?" she asks. My bra? I gaze down in bewilderment, and there it is. In my bra. My bra is where all lost things go. All those times I have searched furiously for an eight month overdue library book, my bra is where it was hiding. I will know for next time...
"Look after them! Don't lose them..." Audible tints of nostalgia. "They were given to me by Stolly. They are from Africa!" Looks into the far distance wistfully, willing back into the mind's eye the music and the communes and the hippies. Stolly is a man from Mami's youth. From back in the 70's, when they all had too much facial hair - in the fashion of a modern man regressed back to the cave-man era. When I hear the name Stolly, I think of the traditional German Christmas cake, Stollen, with a beardy fuzz going on where the face would be if Christmas cakes had faces. Everything fuzzed over but the whites of the eyes. And maybe a tooth or two.
I got back from a mission and talked to Mami about sofa cushions and children not cracking up to how they were advertised back in the day. The children on the huge billboards NEVER had detentions. Or sat at the computer for too long. Or picked noses. In fact, the first adults thought all of a sudden:
"Look at the clean sparkly healthy people on that billboard eating cocopops without slobbering. I WANT one. How much are they? They would fit in so nicely with my leather sofa and my squeaky polished floor, and the teatowel folded with precision over the sparkling radiator..." I digress.
Back to the earrings. Singular. Earring. One had gone. Her prized possession from Stolly (and in turn, Africa). She managed very well to conceal the panic and emotional turmoil as she took the sofa apart in search of The Lost Earrring. I walked down my entire street in my blue and pink stripy socks, examining the pavement intently for signs of a telling sparkle, thinking "No no no no no no. From STOLLY! No no no."
Back inside, I dejectedly took out the other earring. "Is it in your bra?" she asks. My bra? I gaze down in bewilderment, and there it is. In my bra. My bra is where all lost things go. All those times I have searched furiously for an eight month overdue library book, my bra is where it was hiding. I will know for next time...
kiwiqueen - 16. Jun, 22:37
