Note: This blog was created to showcase my purses and other creations. But today I chooose to use it to rave about my BFF Tahra.
One of the greatest gifts the Universe ever gave me was when it put Tahra into a house on my street. I have no doubt that she magically appeared, just down the block, so that she could be a sort of guardian angel for me.
In addition to helping me find my creativity and myself, and teaching me a lot of different things, she increased my cool factor by about a zillion per cent. She gave, and still gives, the most incredible gifts. (How else could Yours Truly be wearing a purple denim jacket with an anatomically correct bluesman pin on the lapel?)
She has also introduced me to some of the neatest people, like the gorgeous, talented, and hilarious Victoria, also known as Mama. Why are Californians so damn beautiful?
She taught me the joys of camping, helped my drive a stick-shift, and even put me to work at a children’s carnival. Which, surprisingly enough, I did very well at.
Can she:
Write a song, dance, sing? Play guitar, ukelele, dulcimer, and mandolin? OMG yes!
Make a roux, crochet a scarf, drive a huge RV like it was the family sedan? Seriously.
Adjust your back, cut your hair, or help you bury your dead pet? Yes, and she will give the eulogy too.
Tell me where all past years are, and who cleft the devil’s foot? I would not be the slightest bit surprised.
Her judgement is keen. Her opinion is straightforward and she can back it up objectively. And don’t even ask her if these pants make your ass look fat!
There isn’t much Tahra can’t do. Pretty good qualifications for a guardian angel. Happy birthday Tahra. I love you.
July 6th, 2009 at 11:27 am
Susan, you definitely have a gift for writing. I found this post both entertaining and touching that you would pay tribute to your friend like that. I look forward to seeing you in that purple denim jacket at future meetings. Keep writing my friend. This left me wanting more of the wonderful thoughts inside your head.