A Window to my Childhood....
This weekend was a typical weekend at our house. The Big Guy didn't have to work, so he and his boys were off to some gun show, ohhhh-ing and ahhh-ing over guns and ammo and who knows what else.
I did my typical weekend stuff: clean the house, make some dinner in the crockpot, grocery shopping, watching old episodes of 90210, buying underwear at Target.
You know. Important stuff.
That afternoon, I decided to make myself a little snack and got the bread out of the fridge. I took the last piece and as I looked down at the empty bread bag and had a flashback to my childhood.
When I was a kid, my grandmother--Goney--would save her bread bags. She used them for many different things but the one use I remember the most? Putting them over my stocking feet, and then putting them in my winter boots.
Apparently in the mid 70's, there was no such thing as Gortex so feet got wet easily.
And I wasn't the only kid who's grandmother, or mother, or babysitter did this! I remember going to elementary school and as you take off the layers outside of your classroom, you would ever so carefully pull off the bread bag so that you had them to wear again on the way home.
Did you ever have your feet wrapped up with a bread bag or was this just the town my grandma lived in? I mean, after all, she was Miss Lake St Mary's--so this could be a trendy thing that she learned on the beauty pageant circuit.
In case you're wondering, no. I tossed out the bread bag.
I have better boots now.