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.)
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Prompt “memories” by Cage Dunn
https://lindaghill.com/2017/12/27/what-is-just-jot-it-january-2018-rules/
Sweet aroma 
LOL! What fun. You should wear that bling ring. 🙂
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. 😀
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 🙂
A timeless treasured beauty. Ah, that’s so nice. I’ve been thinking dumpy, slumpy, clumpy, stumpy, frumpy, lumpy – HELP – I need off these “umpy” words. 😀
It’s the winter-it tends to make us all ‘umpy’
You much be right. I try with words like silvery, shining, and sleek, then slide right off into a shivery, weak, bleak geek. Winter – cold – that’s what it is.
you are such the little wordsmith!!!!
😀 I see you on ‘Tween God and Me. Must go meet my friend there.
huh? I’m a little slow
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.
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.
Amen😍
What a fun post and interesting comments as well. Imagination is a wonderful gift. I could really set the scene. Cheers!
Glad you joined our fun. Did you bring bling?
Ha – you’re fun! 🙂
Fun writing I glad it was fun reading. Thanks for telling me.
You’re most welcome, Oneta. 🙂
One can never have too much bling! This was a delightful read.
I’m not surprised you liked my bling thing. You handle bling so sophisticatedly. (Is there any such word?) Maybe I should say gracefully and stylishly. 😀
Nah, I like sophisticatedly. 😀 If it’s not a word then we’ve just accepted it as one. These days it’s the norm to make up words. 😉
Probably a sign of intelligence, huh. Let’s go for it. 😀