But a little later as she skipped away
happily, I knew my “Blue-Roses” have done their trick. So what
if it took a bit of scouting these “ladies stores” before I
zeroed down on these Rose shaped hair-bands that were the exact
shade of her uniform. Of course, the real trick was in convincing my
imp that the flowers indeed looked real and that roses can be blue ;)
So the DramaQueen of Richa tagged me to share my earliest memory... here u go gal :). The post is narrated from my daddy's perspective.... A daddy's gal all the way I am :-D. Indeed strange are the things our mind retains rt....
I am tagging another of my favorite DQs- Ishithaa! Am sure her story will be loaded with loads of drama... what else :-D
Linking this 100 word post also to the Write Tribe Wednesday prompt of "She looked most beautiful"
Of course, roses can be blue...and with Daddy's blue eyes girl...most certainly!
ReplyDeleteNice one :)
:-) I too have a "blue" memory. Didn't write it though :D How pleasant it is to read the "my earliest memory" posts!
ReplyDeleteI used to have long blonde hair when I was little and hated it when my mama tried to fix it up in pigtails! I would throw a fit. So much that finally she cut it all off and I have sported short hair ever since. :D Loved reading about little you! ♥
ReplyDeleteSo sweet and such a nice way of presenting. You know Meena I've always asked why roses can't be blue so your post put a big smile on my face.
ReplyDeleteAnd whenever I ask the Universe a question or ask to confirm something I always say - show me a blue rose or the words blue rose and guess what I asked a question this morning and yay I read your post. Hugs hugs hugs.
I never threw morning tantrums as I loved school because its was the epicenter of fun.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!
ReplyDeleteI am so not surprised that you used to throw tantrums!! :P
I never liked my hair in braids either!!
Love the way you linked it to the Write Tribe Prompt too. ;)
ReplyDeleteMorning hair tying was a ritual in my house. We were three sisters and we used to wait in que for mom to plait our hair for us in the morning. :)
That's a sweet memory, Meena.
ReplyDeleteAnd 2 posts in one... awesome :)
School-morning tantrum?? .... You too... No wonder I like you so much DQ <3
ReplyDeleteThat's a very sweet post (and very creative given how you used the prompt!)
ReplyDeleteMeena this way of sharing a sweet school morning was so lovely! Great dear :)
ReplyDeleteBlue roses, eh? A girl who knew her mind, you always were it seems! :)
ReplyDeleteAww...so innocent and sweet!! Loved it!
ReplyDeletehaha that the flowers were real :D Yes yes we all needed some out of the box convincing :P and I think I should get the name drama queen registered will come in handy :D
ReplyDeleteRicha
awww..the girl with blue roses... hers from one Daddys little girl to the other ...a big hug
ReplyDeleteLOl.. blue roses and you agreed?? Glad you're not a 'pink' girl.
ReplyDelete'Blue roses,' ha! ha! Loved the way you presented your earliest memory.
ReplyDeleteOhh I'm a Daddy's Girl too :) loved reading it!
ReplyDeletepiggy tail? really? :D
ReplyDeleteThis was such a sweet story, Meena! It reminded me of my own daughter-she has always loved pretty hair accessories:)
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