I had a real epiphany at my book club meeting the other day. I hope I misunderstood the point of the book we discussed, because if I didn’t, it means I’m bat crap crazy.
As usual, I didn’t start reading the book until the day before the meeting. That works for me because I can remember most of what I read for twenty-four hours.
Have you read Saving CeeCee Honeycutt? Just in case you haven’t, let me fill you in on some of the controversial subject matter.
I was only a few pages into it when I read this:
In case you can’t read it, here’s what it says in a nutshell. And I do mean, nutshell. CeeCee’s mother buys prom dresses at Goodwill for a dollar and parades around in them while wearing a crown. Apparently, she was the 1951 Vidalia Sweet Onion Queen. Unfortunately, her life went downhill after the event. It’s all very sad.
Do you think it was the dyed to match high-heeled shoes that put her over the top? I don’t do that. I always make it a point to wear sensible shoes.
See? Mari and I have on sensible shoes. On the other hand, Lav appears to be trying to draw attention to herself.
We escaped for a quiet lunch at the shed one day. They make you check your crowns at the door.
Lav and I don’t wear crowns every day and I happen to know Lav paid a lot of money for her Queen E. parade dress. At the time, I felt rather smug about the fact that I only paid five dollars for my Kitty Reynolds red gown, and yes, I purchased it at Goodwill.
Miss Vidalia Onion Queen nearly ruined her daughter’s life because she felt the Vidalia Onion was the only thing that validated her life. That is too sad for words. An onion should not have the power to be life changing. Highways can, though. My mother was Miss Highway 16. It changed her life and mine, for the better.
At the book club meeting, I told everyone that I identified with CeeCee’s mother. One lady looked at me and her eyes got big as she said, “Ohhh, yeah…” That worried me just a little.
Cousin, Lav was Miss Paper Coffee Cup, one year. We were all thrilled for her. (She accidentally recycled her dress and that was the end of that!)
These days, it’s more important than ever to think about how your actions might affect others. What if one of my grandchildren decide to run for office. Will the photos of their aging grandmother with a crown on her head pop up all over and be misrepresented? Will a congressional committee decide my darling grandchild is not fit for office because his or her grandma was an unabashed crown perp.
And what about my cousin, Lav? Will that picture of her being violent with a pitchfork bring her family down? Or will it be her fascination with tumbleweeds?
And then there was that selfie we took while riding in the red convertible.
I can’t think about this anymore. Our descendants will just have to stay out of politics. We’re probably doing them a big favor.
I just hope we quit reading those scary books in our book club.
I think I’ll run over to the Goodwill store and see if they have any dyed pumps to match my red taffeta dress. No…that wouldn’t be sensible. I don’t have anything else that goes with red heels.