Hug Yourself And Wear Yellow

The color yellow can mean excellent results and happiness in wearing it or having it in your home.

Let’s talk about creating yourself. I know of a young woman and I do not mean to be ‘mean’ saying this. She looks like a monkey. Actually, she looks like a pretty monkey. Her features are that of the animal, however, she creates herself into a beauty. She is finely coiffed with a nice hair style, she puts colored eye shadow on her lids, she smiles a lot, she is charming when she talks and she wears lots of earrings in about eight different holes in each ear. She wears multiple necklaces and several rings. She has married twice and I can honestly say she loves herself. That is a fine characteristic, to appreciate and honor yourself.

By doing that, you can be honorable to others and respect others and reward them with your kindness and good thoughts. I admire her vim and vigor and that she sees herself differently than others do as far as her facial beauty or lack of it. She is devoted to her mother and brothers and all of her relatives. Her coworkers do not all like her, not because of her looks, but because of her manner, sometimes in the way she responds to them. That, I think, is just her way and has nothing to do with her looks or lack of them.

Today, I had to be at the podiatrist’s office at nine a.m. because of an ailing heel which has a bone or heel spur in it. It is kept quiet for months on end and then it flares up. Six weeks ago, I had Cortisone shot in it, actually alongside of the ankle area near it and now the second one today and that will keep it quiet and calm for hopefully, six months or longer. When it is acting up, it hurts very much and makes it hard to walk. So the kind podiatrist, Dr. Sharon Siebold in Pikesville, worked me in and performed her magic and perhaps it is already working, because I feel a bit better now, about almost three hours later.

When I walked in, she usually sees me in the afternoon, but because this was really hurting and she was booked up a lot, this was the time slot she made for me. She said “come on in Mrs. Clayman, you look so good for early in the morning. I know it is hard for you so early to get here because of your knees.” I said “I always look good in the morning; I have a young boyfriend that comes over then. It is hard for me to walk, but not to look good.”

We both laughed at the boyfriend remark, because I have been married for fifty-six years this coming July 5^th. I think when we women ‘fix’ ourselves up, dress wise, face wise, it increases our mental capacity because we are in the ‘feeling good about ourselves mode.’ I had a friend who was extremely made up with makeup and all the other items women use and she was a bit excessive in doing so. She was in the food store of forty years ago called Food Fair and a woman who was quite unmade up and homely walked up to her and said “ my, you use a lot of makeup.” This was in a derogatory voice and she replied without losing a beat “honey, I am not made up, this is my natural beauty.” The woman was taken aback and said kindly, “oh, that is wonderful.” She walked away at the response.

Randy Pausch, a professor at a college, who was seriously ill with Cancer and passed away several years ago was quoted as saying how we should do things, create things and be happy because life was short. He went about giving lectures and graduation speeches and kept on encouraging, inspiring and helping people to appreciate whatever time they had on this earth. He was a marvelous personality and quite a fine example of a good person, though his time on this earth was shortened by a terrible illness.

He made his mark on the world in all the thoughts he gave to others.

He was a person that when your arms can’t reach him, he deserved to be close to our hearts with a hug and prayers. Prayers did not help his illness, perhaps, it gave him and his wife and children a bit of peace in what was going to happen.

A friend of mine, Diana Ragonese Mitchell, a manager of a jewelry store I frequent, bought me a blue basket of assorted and gorgeous flowers for mother’s day. It has various amounts of many different floral basket flowers in it and very outstanding. There are about nine tiny yellow roses just about to open up each and every day that I nurture it. When I first started to ballroom dance, the professional dancers never wore yellow because they thought it bad luck in their dancing. Then one day, a well-known dance professional lady came out to dance in a competition wearing this most glamorous and beautiful yellow dance dress and she competed with her pro partner and they won every heat (event) they danced in.Then every amateur and every other pro started to wear yellow. It was like the sun was shining on the dance floor, because everyone wore yellow in different shades, dark, light, medium, stripes, flowered and materials were satin, chiffon, velvet and nylon. When they twirled around, it was like a sunny day at the beach with music and performances that seemed more outstanding; than if they were wearing the usual red, white, blue, green or pink.

I always kid Diana, that I am her adopted mom, since her own dear one is gone now for many years and died very young. We are friends and so this mom’s day, she gave me this lovely blue (favorite color) assortment of flowers and she knows I love their gorgeous manifestation of happiness that they instill in recipients of their blooms. They may pass on after a week, but I will press about a dozen of them and then put them in a bowl and they will ‘live’ again as a testament of Diana and Elita’s caring for one another, she a thirty-nine year old young friend and me an almost seventy-eight year old ‘adopted mom.’ She also gave my husband a box of Godiva chocolates for being the nice guy he is and taking me to see her when I want some jewelry fixed or a new piece of jewelry which is an emotional ‘fix.’ Also, she makes me laugh and so I sometimes just go and ‘visit’ her at Littmans Jewelry Store in Towsontown.

My almost seven year old grandson said to me on Sunday which was mother’s day and we were visiting him out of state. He said “Grammie, you spend all your money on jewelry.” Cute, and if we have to have addictions, jewelry owning whether costume or real, is better than drinking, smoking, noshing on sweets or playing the slot machines. The only harm from that is it can be costly or inexpensive, whatever suits your checkbook. If it gives you pleasure, enjoy it and any other things that define you.

Find yourself, create yourself, be yourself, hug people in your prayers that you love, eat a chocolate, if it makes you feel good, now and then, buy a flower to make the house smell sweet from their fragrances and most of all think of yourself in an excellent manner. You are exceptional, unique, caring and most of all, hug yourself because you deserve the good things that may be occurring now and hopefully many more wonderful happenings in the near future. Look ‘good ‘in the morning when you see yourself in the mirror, even if you have not put on your makeup or if a man has not shaved.

You are you and you are lovely inside and out.