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Monday, November 03, 2003

inundated by punk flamingo feathers

Yesterday we went to my father-in-law's house to celebrate his birthday; my brother-in-law and his wife were also there, and they brought presents for my kids since they had missed their birthday parties this year. C got a dress-up set -- shiny pink shoes with fuzzy feather trim, a beaded, beribboned, glittery wand, likewise with feather trim, a tiara (with beads and "jewels", but alas, no feathers), a frilly little skirt, and the pièce de résistance -- a 4-foot-long vivid pink feather boa. This is C's newest Princess Outfit, and periodically she puts it all on and parades around in a princess-like manner, gathering accolades left and right, posing for pictures, you name it (gotta teach her that wave, her public would love that). The one drawback of this get-up, aside from the fact that C's head is getting so inflated that she'll soon have to give up passing through doorways, is that the feather boa sheds feathers in a really most magnificent manner. Everywhere you look in this house, you see bright-pink-with-magenta-tips feathers. Adhered to the carpet, floating through the air, skidding gracefully across the hardwood, collecting in corners -- they're everywhere. It's like a troop of punk flamingoes took up residence for a few days and then left in a hurry. Minus the really stinky droppings.


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feather update: I think they're surreptitiously breeding. Surely there are more of them loose than can possibly have been part of the boa -- and the boa is still just as poofy and full as ever. At this rate, by this evening we'll be buried in feathers, like Pat Boone and James Mason in that eiderdown warehouse in "Journey to the Center of the Earth".

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