Sometimes I laugh when I think of my mom growing up, because while she was a complete nerd, her parents [my grandparents] were partying swingers. My mom was so embarrassed by them and that cracks me up because I treasure their boldness and vulgarity.
I am sure I have posted this pillow before, but it deserves another go. I LOVE THIS PILLOW. My grandma made it for my grandfather about 40 years or so ago. My mom would hide it in their house so her friends wouldn't see it when they came over. This wasn't so much a message about fidelity as it was a gift boldly using my grandfather's favourite word, f*ck. Yep. But the use of the word wasn't just for textiles...
These rings are both the same with LOVE on one side and F*CK on the other. The plainer one [that is showing the word love] is the 14k gold model for the pure gold nugget one [the one showing the f*ck side]. These, believe it or not, were my grandmother's wedding rings, designed by my grandfather. My grandfather's ring was a solid gold naked lady wrapping herself, face up, around his finger [my grandma still has this and can't yet part with it though it is said to be willed to my brother...]. He also had a lifetime subscription to Playboy which my grandmother kept for 13 years after his death in 1982. I received the f*ck rings over the years as birthday gifts and sometimes can't even believe they exist. I used to wear them until I developed an allergy to gold [apparently I am now completely metal intolerant- you should see my ears after I dare to even try on a pair of earrings anymore].
And then a few years ago a friend gave me this silver ring from the store she works for, that again uses our family word. I polished this up yesterday with the bowls and am starting to wear it again [until my finger decides it is allergic to it].
So consider it a compliment when I say:
Cheers and f*ck!