Here we go again, more family to introduce. This time, I would like you all to meet my older
sister, Nikki. My sister happens to be a
fashionable person. You know the type;
she can wear blue jeans and a t-shirt and look great. Me….not so much!
Nikki has her favorite colors, although she looks good in
just about any color. Me….not so much! I wear a lot of black and white, or navy and
white. Nikki does too. Again, she looks great. Me…..not so much!
Now, I don’t say these things because she always
impressing me. Big sisters often have
their younger sisters look to them in awe.
Well, at least I did and still do.
Nikki could sing, and boy, could she dance…and still
can. Me….not so much. I cannot keep a beat in my head so that ruins
any chances of being able to dance. Dancing
for me is a spectator sport. As for
singing, just be glad you are not sitting near me in church.
I often think of the scene in the movie White Christmas where Rosemary
Clooney and Vera-Ellen do that song Sisters. Since I don’t sing or dance we will never be
doing that scene for anyone. Nikki could
pull off her side. Me….not so much!
Nikki has never been one to have long conversations, and
we have different interest. I am the
quiet sit in the corner and read type so unless she wants a book report from me
we just talk family.
I am sure you all are aware that family is extremely
important to me. We chat and I catch up
on all sorts of happenings with Nikki, her husband, and her daughter and her
family. Then we talk about anything that
is happening in our brother’s lives.
Well, if we have heard from them recently.
After we talk about each other, then we check on any news
from our cousins. Unfortunately, I don’t
get to see my cousins very often living in Durham, almost “500 miles away from
home”. Hey, that sounds like a song I
remember.
Okay, now that you know her a bit and about our
relationship, I can tell you a story.
It’s her time to be in my blog instead of her suggesting what stories I
should tell of other family members.
If you have kept up with my blogs, you know the person my
Dad was during his life. Dad had a soft
spot for sales. If he could find a good
one, he would buy it, needed or not. Mom
was somewhat flabbergasted with the sale items he would find. She told him, just because it is on sale,
doesn’t make it a bargain. If you don’t
use the item, it is not a good sale.
Nikki was on the receiving end of one of Dad’s sale
finds. As a little girl, she liked the
color red. Well, Dad knew she loved the
color red and he happened to come across a sale of dresses in her size. Therefore, he bought her seven red
dresses. He bought every dress in her
size that was in red. There were some
variations in style, but they were all red.
Who buys seven red dresses in the same size for a growing
child? I still wonder if Nikki ever had
the chance to wear all seven before outgrowing the size. We went to a parochial school, so that meant
uniforms, no chance there to wear her newly acquired wardrobe.
To this day, this is one of our family gathering
stories. Of course, Nikki and I are the
only ones who actually experienced this particular event. We are the oldest of the siblings. I still have an inward giggle when I see her
in anything red. I can’t help but think
back to the seven red dresses.
I am not sure how she will appreciate me sharing this
with you; but I figured since she likes to give me suggestions on stories for
this blog, I thought it only fair that I share one about her. I love it!
Nikki….probably not so much!
