During the winter of 2012, I was most near skinny.  I had been sick for eight months and lost about seventy pounds.  Deciding to live it up a little with my new, rather nice figure, except of course for the hugh basketball-sized belly caused by the hernia that was making me sick, I went on a bling fling, even bought winter boots.  The big thing on my new style was a bling-ring, a one inch diameter silver floral shape with a dang-ly piece on it.  When I moved my hand just so, it almost seemed like I was ringing a bell.  Fascinating!

My family egged me on.  Only young once they said – at 78 years I agreed that I would never be any younger.  I began dreaming of a spring fling which might include three rings.  Wear them all at the same time.  Maybe colorful shapes like daisies even or maybe I could find a poinsettia even that winter.  It was true I would never be any younger, so go for it.

Now my problem.  Where would I go?  Certainly I wasn’t going to flaunt my new image at church or at work.  And I always run into someone I know at Walmart.  Where else did I go?  Oh, yes, I needed to get cash from the bank – the ATM machine.  That was safe.  So I went.   That made one time I had been out with my boots and bling-ring.  Safe so far.

My sister, Karen, came to join me in a shopping trip.  Needed new clothes – remember I was wearing a size that let me go anywhere I wanted to. (My only hold back was that I had to have skirts the size and shape of a basketball net.)  I assure you didn’t darken the door of Woman’s World or Lane Bryant.  I did wear my boots, but couldn’t handle the bling-ring.  It would be seen as I sorted the hangers with my hands.

She stayed over night; we went to IHOP next morning.  No boots, no bling-ring.

Deep disappointment to my sister, but her styling, blinging sister had just flung her bling-ring-thing-fling.

(I wonder if I still have that ring.  I’ll never be any younger than I am today.)


Prompt “memories” by Cage Dunn

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. LOL! What fun. You should wear that bling ring. 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      I’m at least curious enough to wonder whether I still have it. I got a new pair of gloves for Christmas. Size Med. Too little for me. So the ring might still be tantalizing but I’m not likely to be able to wear it. 😀

  2. I’m just glad the fling was bling…I was getting a little worried about where this was going–
    not that you can’t fling how you please but I wasn’t seeing a pretty picture in the end—so I was happy knowing you were just flinging a little bling…and even that went by the wayside–wise choice…simple and understated is always in style 🙂 as in a timeless treasured beauty 🙂

  3. says:

    What a fun a post. I’ve often longed for a shopping spree for smaller clothes, but alas, I fear that day will never come on this side of heaven. A bling ring would look ridiculous on my chubby fingers too. Guess I’ll settle for a ring flinging, bell ringing, choir singing while I’m ding a linging.

    • oneta hayes says:

      At this point I have decided I just might go to Heaven like I am. I might work at getting skinny, then get to Heaven and find all the gorgeous women are like those Rembrandt painted! 😀 Your ring flinging, bell ringing, choir singing ding a linging sound pretty good. Being there to feast on the “fat of the land” will be added pleasure.

  4. Faye says:

    What a fun post and interesting comments as well. Imagination is a wonderful gift. I could really set the scene. Cheers!

  5. robertcday says:

    Ha – you’re fun! 🙂

  6. Steph McCoy says:

    One can never have too much bling! This was a delightful read.

  7. oneta hayes says:

    Probably a sign of intelligence, huh. Let’s go for it. 😀

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