This “Where Bloggers Live” post is a tad self-fulfilling. Or something like that.
“If I could turn back time…”
Tell me, Cher. Any thoughts?
I have to say, I have watched enough time travel movies to know that messing with the space/time continuum can have disastrous effects. One unaccounted for ripple and the next thing you know, you’re disappearing from family photos and taking your mother to the prom…or something like that. Even worse, there’s “The Butterfly Effect.” But all that pales in comparison to what happened to reluctant time traveller Francois in “Timeline.”
Nope, not messing with that doodoo.
However…leading up to composing this post (composing this post…com-post, haha), I promise you that I DID very much contemplate the question…and even posited it to Mr.
And while I confess that I could use time travel opportunities to right some wrongs, take back hurtful words, rectify poor decisions, NOT allow my mom to perm my hair during my high school years, revisit the joy of having toddlers in the house for just a moment, OR simply to be able to find my waist again… I actually surprised myself that–in my circumstances–I have no real need to travel in time.
As for the future, don’t wanna know.
All the experiences I’ve had have brought me to where I am right now…..for good or ill. And I am a-okay with that.
Mr felt the same way.
It dawned on me last night that despite my chronohodophobia… actually, I have been spending the last couple of weeks working on sort of a memory lane project. There’s a place from my youth that was pretty special to me… to Mr… to my siblings… to my parents in their day… and to most of my contemporaries who grew up in the area where we live. I’ve been “traveling back in time” through dozens of photos I’ve been collecting and have just enjoyed reminiscing about the great memories I have of time spent there. While Mr and I have been hitting the Perry Mason reruns, I’ve been simultaneously working on a special way to continue enjoying those memories… and maybe to inspire some to share their own recollections of time spent there.
I hope to tell you about it later… you really loved this idea (some bonus time-travel humor).
In the interim, please visit my blogging buddies…and NO, Koda, you should NOT ask Bettye for that Cher picture! She already deleted it because she is my friend!
Daenel at Living Outside the Stacks
Bettye at Fashion Schlub
Leslie at Once Upon a Time & Happily Ever After
Sally at Within a World of My Own
Iris at Iris’ Original Ramblings
Jodie at Jodie’s Touch of Style
Who doesn’t like to peek behind the scenes and see inside people’s homes?
The second Friday of each month is when this group of seven bloggers link up to share their workspaces,
homes, towns… or whatever our fearless leader, the fabulous Bettye, proposes.
Make sure you visit everyone to see where the magic happens!
Oh my goodness, home perms! Mine were basically when I was in grade school – and NOT my idea. My hair has always been straight as a board, and my mother decided she could fix it. Don’t know about today’s home perms – but the smell back then was terrible. I could barely breathe. I was convinced my mother was trying to kill me! Oh, how I hated them. I don’t there was such a thing as a “good home perm” back when I was a child. Hopefully they’re better now, hate to think of children being terrified like I was. okay, I survived – but barely.
Iris
Okay, so I said I wouldn’t undo anything either but reconsidering…I, too, was victim to a number of home perms. And home haircuts. Bless my sweet Mom’s heart. And my Dad used to give Mom her perms. Talk about dysfunctional family.
Cannot wait to see what you are up to with your Memory Lane project. I know it will be fabulous, whatever it is. I working on scanning all of our old photos – exhausting – and Mom’s recipe box. Well, not the box, the recipes IN the box. Also had a bunch of family movies uploaded on a thumb drive to give to the girls for Christmas. Christmas is going to be our walk down Memory Lane.
You are going to love having sticky grandbaby feet pitter-patting around your house. And having kisses on all the glass and fingerprints on all the walls. You will be a great grandmother.
Did anyone ever have a GOOD perm??
I DID like this post. And I think I dreamt that you actually sent me that picture of you in Cher’s wig and ensemble,,,
I haven’t always felt this way, but at this precise moment in my life, I AM thankful that all the pieces of my life fit together just as they did, because they brought me here…about to embark on this terrifying/exciting adventure (if I can just get out of the way of my own anxiety). So I’m grateful and accepting that everything worked out as it has.
And thanks for teaching me a new word: chronohodophobia. I like it.
Bettye
Oh, you had that bad perm too? Mine was in 8th grade and I looked like Orphan Annie’s less stylish cousin (if such a thing is possible). I agree that I don’t really want to know about the future. If humanity has destroyed the planet by the year 2100 or whatever, I’m not sure I could come back to now and not be depressed for the rest of my brief life!
I have to admit that I’m a little hurt you didn’t send me that Cher photo! Hahahahaha
But I would love to see that one with you and a perm!
Xoxo
Jodie