So it has been a little bit of a struggle getting back in to the working mode that I was in before, but I am getting there, slowly but surely. Over break I began thinking about more lockets that I want to do and my next one I have begun working on is going to be a suitcase filled with the smell of a very strong french cheese:
I believe I was about 11 years old and my family was taking a trip to France to go sailing. We were flying standby and by some fortunate stroke of luck, me and my little brother were able to sit together in first class. The flight went well for the most part, laughing at the people who bounced in there seats during turbulence due to not having a seat belt on, and playing games. At one point, after our meal, the flight attendant came through the aisles and gave us each a cheese platter. All of a sudden, Bud, my little brother, smelled the cheese, turned to the flight attendant and said, " excuse me, but this cheese smells like butthole." I was so mortified and embarrassed but I couldn't stop laughing as the flight attendants eyes grew wide and finally replied, "well I'm sorry sir, is there anything else I can get you?"
When we finally got to France, it turned out that my bag had been lost. I was devastated, but my parents assured me that we would not leave on the sail boat until we got it. I ended up having to wear my 19 year old sisters swimsuit which was way to big for me for a couple of days, but we eventually got my suitcase and started our trip a day late. As bad as it was not having a suitcase for three days in france, I couldn't help but to have fun and laugh every time I thought of the plane ride.
