Painting Thanksgiving Clothes
• from the archives •
Our oldest grandchildren about twenty years ago.
Some new autumn gold sweatshirts with matching jogging pants.
Granny’s art supplies.
A party to create some fancy Thanksgiving clothes.
Jaspir and Ada go bonkers with the scribbles.
It’s so naughty. So wrong to draw on clothes.
The glee is palpable. Giggles with every stroke.
I hear Judas Priest’s “Breaking the Law” in the back of my head.
They pose for a photo to memorialize this misdemeanor.
A mug shot of sorts.
Evidence. Confusion. Mounting ANXIETY.
Jaspir asks, “Will we get in trouble for this?”
Granny laughs.
She knows there is always trouble when you cross a boundary.
The very best kind of trouble.
The kind worth being thankful for.
“In ordinary life, we hardly realize that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.”