I was a little girl. And my awesome daddy-o made our family an awesome sleigh.
Here it is. Ain't it a beauty?
I am going to take this moment to point out a couple things.
1. If you live(d) in my hood, please take note of the surroundings of my childhood home. Hello? Where is everyone??
2. I would like to stop a moment and ask my mother:
"MOM WHAT THE HECK AM I WEARING?!?"
Let's go for a sleigh ride! In the snow! With a skirt on! The long blue socks'll keep ya warm! AND the velcro Keds!
My mom cannot be blamed for that disaster-catastrophe. Sorry, Mom. I have a good enough memory to remember that I tried to wear that skirt every.other.day when I was 5.
But I digress.
One day, as I pulled out the 'rents mower to cut the lawn, (see, they were on vacation AGAIN. Hey Mom and Dad? How 'bout staying in town for a change?) I spotted the sleigh hiding away. And the wheels started spinning.
See, this sleigh over the years became an adorable Christmas decoration.
And it looked like so through the late 80's/early 90's:
Consequently, it has seen some serious weather.
Years of weather.
So, I got permission from the 'rents to give this sleigh a little re-do for the upcoming holiday season. Aren't they so nice?
(Sorry about the vacation crack, Mom and Dad. No really, it was just a joke.)
So I said to myself,
"What the heck color should Santa's sleigh be?"
and then I asked the whole world.
And Jeff said: "Red."
Now, see, Jeff's answers are always so definitive. He said red; he meant red. Discussion over.
See, I answer like this:
"Black. . . ??"
Anyways, just a little trivia into our marriage.
So, Santa's sleigh is red, then.
Didn't hurt that the daddy-o had left over fire engine red paint. (Seriously, sorry about the vacation crack).
And here we are, after 1,248 coats of paint.
I'm thinking if maybe I give it 2 coats per day until Thanksgiving, it might be ready.
At least I've got it registered with the state.