Short Story Attempt Gone Terribly Wrong

So, today I decided to write a short story. Little did I know, I was quickly on my way to naptime-land, and therefore, my story took a very interesting turn as I was half asleep. I promise that I had the best and most upstanding intentions. I'd love feedback--enjoy!

(I apologize for any unwanted images. Prepare yourselves.)



Mister Finchwhether pulled a glossy red apple from his canvas bag. The mysteries of that bag were often unbearably exciting for us.
Nearly every day at the park came something new and exciting and different.
Thursday was a tiny shoe that needed mending; with other tools he began to repair some little school boy’s tiny loafer.
Friday was a green-colored permanent marker with which he made designs in his notebook. Often one of us would catch a lucky glimpse of the notebook. Lines on a page. Really, it seemed as though Mr. Finchwhether just chose either up-and-down or left-to-right and made thick, unstraight lines on the pages. No cats or dogs, or trees or houses.
Saturday was a harmonica.
Today was, of course, the Sunday paper. Oh, how Mister Finchwhether studied that thing. He looked so adult, even old, when he squinted at the tiny black print and swallowed down large chunks of that juicy apple. He even had an adult adam’s apple, dancing about with every gulp.
We weren’t allowed to eat apples like that; our mothers had to peel off the perfect smooth skins and slice them into thin moon-shaped pieces. I’ll bet Mister Finchwhether’s mother didn’t slice his apples. I’ll bet he carried his beautiful red apples all around town and bit right into them and let the juice run down his chin in the dead of hot July.

There are not very many words that can express the way I feel at this moment sitting here in pure bliss with the three of you! But I think this might sum it up....

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus,
goo goo goo joob
Koo koo kachoo.

Yo te quiero!

"The Simple Life"

Sometimes when I think about our friendship, I want to go back to Georgia Peach's Scrapbook-inserts with cheesy little sayings like "Just Us" or "Moments to Remember". I can't really say that this semester has been anything but fate. Shall I elaborate? I think yes! 1) Georgia Peach almost didn't want to come and instead wanted to stay safe in Georgia...(go figure) 2) Georgia Peach and I were first supposed to live on the bottom floor of Edna Ricks Hall 3) Peanut Butter Lily wouldn't have lived with us and we wouldn't have come across Curly Q who happened to be the Girl Next Door. How crazy! I'm glad we've gotten to know each other so much more. I'm glad that I found out that Peanut Butter Lily wasn't just a rich girl with a white pea coat and orange luggage or that Curly Q wasn't just a cute girl who looked like Annie who lived close to Forks, Washington. I'm glad that Georgia Peach turned out to be such a wonderful roommate who I look up to...and who we all are going to miss next semester. I'm so excited for us! We are just too much. too too much. I love how we are ourselves. For example:

Peanut Butter Lily: "We need to do something so we can commemorate this moment!"

Curly Q: "Like make popcorn balls?"

Moments like these make me excited for the moments to come. I love you chica-roos.

What also defines our choice of "Dresses in the Wind"

MY THREE WHITE DRESSES
My mom bought me a white dress, Not red or pink or blue.
She said it was a special dress, Like very other few.
There has been just one before, A dress now put away,
That I wore some time ago, Upon my blessing day.
As a little baby clothed, In my first white dress,
My dad held me in his arms, There to name and bless.
So pure and clean was I just then, With time to grow and learn
About the Father's plan for me, My glory I must earn.
Now I've reached the age to judge, The wrong road from the right,
And I am here to be baptized, In this dress of white.
So once again I'm free from sin. The path is clear to me
I'll grasp the rod and hold on tight, I vow with certainty.
Just as mud would stain my dress, Sin would stain my soul.
The key is to repent or bleach, For whiteness is my goal.
And if I try my very best, Then richly blessed I'll be,
Wearing inside God's holy house, White dress number three.
So today I make this pledge: I'll strive to choose the right,
Through this sacred baptism ordinance, In my second dress of white

When we decided on Dresses in the Wind as the name for our blog, this is the first thing that came to mind. It reminds me of our late nights: PBL breaking it down with her dance moves and then crashing hard core on the couch with her Junior mints, SF in her computer-land periodically jumping back into real life, and me and GP scrolling through hundereds of whimsical blog posts. Now we can scroll through our own. This is a bittersweet end to the semester, but a promising beginning of continuing friendships. Love you ladies!

Blog URL Ideas

Here were some of the best ideas that we had for blog names today:

1. Pocohontas in the wind
2. Sunflowers on the water
3. Nalgene+water=sports
4. Everytime a bell rings, an angel gets it's wings
5. Sitting on a corn flake
6. Peanut Butter and Lilies
7. Wildflower Women
8. Curly Brunettes
9. The Traveling Blog (already taken)
10. Wing in the Wind
and best for last...

11. Tooth Brush and Paper

We are four college girls who came together over latenights this winter and wanted a way to share our lives and our findings as the winds take us where ever. We finally decided on Dresses in the Wind because we all love dresses and wear them all the time and we never know where the winds are going to take us so we are simply dresses in the wind.