held by ribbons.

when i saw this painting on bleubird vintage, i saw a resemblance...
i saw the little girl that i was.
with pigtails held by ribbons. {or one, as most was the case with my running around in stockinged feet}

true memory: we were always losing our earrings.

being a twinkie, marianne would have the stars and my studs would be hearts.

maybe that's how everyone told us apart.

but we were always losing them.

so crafty momma had a trendy solution:

she {somehow} ran sewing thread through our ear lobes and tied small ribbons.

i remember people -women cooing over us little twinkies- would tell her how much they loved "our earrings."

these stories remind me of this post, and how i still hold this very wish.

just like the flower the little girl painting holds in her little girl hands.