I grew up Catholic. I mean, my name is Sheila Kathleen O’Malley, of course I did. Easter was a big deal. Well, not just Easter. Holy Week beforehand. All of Lent. Ash Wednesday. Palm Sunday. Seriously. For a kid, that is a high-maintenance month, religiously.
Naturally, on Easter Sunday we had to go to church.
But afterwards – MUCH steam had to be let off.
So what did we do?
We proceeded to stick the halves of plastic easter eggs into our eyeball sockets and then we staggered around the neighborhood, like zombies. We would hide in bushes and then slowly emerge juuuuuust as a car went by. There are pictures of all of us peeking out from behind trees, Sleestak eyes goggling in the Easter Sunday morning light. We stood standing stockstill, spread across the street – facing cars as they came near – cars filled with happy religious families coming back from mass …
and this is what they saw as they approached ….
Happy Easter, everybody.
Why I am wearing a straw cowboy hat, a down vest, a pale blue sweatshirt beneath that, RED dickies, and suede Wallabies is all just part of the cornucopia of mysteries which are dissolving forever (thankfully) in the fog of time.
Excellent! The only thing missing is a strategically-placed orange peel in the mouth.
THAT is hysterical. I’m howling. The egg-shell eyed, red Dickied Sleestak! The cowboy hat is killing me somehow.
Please tell me I never wore that ensemble to school. Please.
Jeff – oh man – an orange peel in the mouth would be an awesome touch!!
tracey – don’t you mean the cowboy hat is killing you someWHAT? hahahahaha
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SLEESTAKS!
I would do the same thing except with ping pong balls. I’d cut one in half, draw pupils on the top and then poke little holes in them so I could see out. It gave me some great bulgy muppet eyes.
True, I didn’t have the amazing technicolor ensemble, but I was doing it well into my 20s. Possibly even my 30s. Okay, it was yesterday.
Mark – hahahahahahahahaha
I wish we had thought to draw pupils. Hysterical!!
No, I clearly remember you wearing that ensemble to school. With multiple safety pins in the dickies. And a grey flashdance sweatshirt or sometims a “South” jacket….no…wait, that was high school. Never mind.
I’ve got a feeling we’re all really going to enjoy Sheila’s new scanner. Entertainment AND helpful fashion tips, who could ask for more?
That is just excellent.
Easter in September. Only in Sheila’s world. :-)