Going through some old photo albums on Ye Olde Computing Device, I came across a chick I once knew quite well.
Some folks may refer to her as Krissy Longstockings. Those folks may get punched in the throat.
She wore pigtails and hats. She was not unlike a Gilligan's Island reject.
Mary Anne meets Ginger meets Kermit the Frog.
She liked beer and travel chairs.
She wore pink socks and running shoes because that's what cool kids do in the woods.
She communed with nature.
Dancing counts as "communing". So does drinking.
She took pictures with boys who had no eyes.
Was it because she removed them herself, with her forest-ninja skills?
I mean.. uh... maybe. We'll never know.
She had a kickass dog who could swim like nobody's business, and let all forest creatures know that they would indeed be eaten if they stepped outta line. Or, stepped anywhere at all.
This braided lady of the past would like to come out again.
Weather's getting warmer.
Cottaging, camping, fishing, swimming, bonfires, throwing strangers down the wells...
It's time. Bring her back.