Behind the veil.
Stumpy has lost his mind. He's been rummaging around in the old part of the castle again, and found what he insists is a helmet for some kind of devil-beast. He thinks i'm planning to go all Saruman on him, and create my own race of orcs.
I tried to tell him. It's just my mother's wedding veil. From what I was told, my father lifted the veil, with help from the best man, at the end of the ceremony. He immediately put it back down, then refused to let her take it off for the next twenty years.
When she did finally remove it, I could see his point. She wasn't any prettier underneath. I used to think I'd had a traumatic childhood with this mask peering over my cot every night, but when I saw her face, well, let's just say I counted my blessings.
Anyway, since he's found it, I've put it on a stand for display. At least for the duration of Mother's Day.

Comments
You poor poor demented man! LMAO.
Oh such imagery you created about Mum peering over your cot as a child. I'm still teary-eyed laughing.
Posted by: Kay Patterson | March 27, 2007 04:04 AM