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unnoticed

December 11, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

For five hours Saturday, I walked around Dallas wearing two different shoes.

Both gray Converse and ratty—yes, I have two pairs of ratty gray Converse—but clearly different. Slightly varying shades of gray, one with black around the tread, one with a red label, one with white. No one noticed.

Not Harold and Gale—our neighbors who invited us for breakfast and served incredible BaconSausageOnionCheese omelets. Harold who ALWAYS makes fun of my laceless, pitiful Converse shoes… Rightfully so.

Not John—my husband who walked with me to Harold and Gale’s house for breakfast, then spent the entire day with me stringing Christmas lights.

Not the CVS Pharmacist who gave me a flu shot, half of which trickled down my arm into my mis-matched shoe.

Later that same night at the Munger Place Christmas party, I was certain to wear matching shoes (black patent flats, not ratty Converse). But, chit-chatting with my girlfriends I noticed a bit of an itch at my throat, a slight irritant. A clothing tag? I was wearing my sweater backwards! Luckily, no one noticed that either.

I need a keeper for Christmas. And a new pair of tennis shoes…

talya

Wonderful Christmastime, Paul McCartney

WINNER! Haute Hostess Apron Giveaway!

December 10, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

The announcement of the Haute Hostess Apron Giveaway….

The winner was selected by random number generator. With 79 entries, the winner was…

drum roll…

Becky Smith of Jonesboro, Arkansas!

Thanks for playing along everyone:))

And, Becky, I hope you love your apron!

talya

Jesus and Duck Blinds

December 10, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

A few weeks ago as I hiked trails around Eureka Springs, I saw Jesus peering over the mountaintop. Literally. The Christ statue welcoming everyone to the Passion Play—the Passion Play that is no more…

This sighting reminded me of the coldest night of my life. Which reminded me of the coldest morning of my life. Five-ish years apart, thirty-six years ago—just like yesterday.

coldest night…

In the mid-1980s, a beautiful warm fall day turned positively polar sitting in a hollow in the Ozark Mountains watching the Passion Play. Numbing gusts of wind blew off the hills and through the crowd. Everyone else brought blankets and sleeping bags to huddle underneath. We had nothing other than street clothes. Why we didn’t leave, I have no idea. It wasn’t the canned lip syncing that held our attention. And we knew how the story ended… Too cold to reason?

I was praying for a down-filled ski coat. Somehow we survived—an Ozark miracle.

Rewind to the winter of 1979.

coldest morning…

An overnight snowfall silenced Mississippi County. Before daybreak, as a pink glow began to spread along the horizon, my boyfriend and I hiked across a frozen field toward the duck blind.

I was prepared for cold weather, outfitted head to toe in thermal underwear, layers of clothing and thick coveralls from the Osceola farm implement company. The morning was exciting and exhilarating. I carried a thermos of double hot chocolate. He carried my gun. Romance ablaze in our own quiet snow globe.

Until.I.Slipped.Into.Icy.Water.

Like quicksand, my boot was sucked from my foot, the muddy suction noise alerting all ducks in Northeast Arkansas as to our camouflaged whereabouts.

Not one to complain, I remained unruffled even facing hypothermia.

I prayed to be delivered from such icy hell.

All that hard work, yet I would never graduate from high school…

Instead of succumbing to total doom, my boyfriend, a Bear Grylls-type, quickly removed my wet sock, rubbed my numb foot against his chest and held it inside his flannel shirt and coveralls until the blood flow returned.

True love. At seventeen anyway.

After a few hours, we made our way home—he with his duck limit and I still had all ten little piggies. A successful hunting trip.

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
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