Good. It’s Friday.

Like many families around the world, every Easter my family and I discuss religion.  It’s tradition.

So every year as we gather for Easter dinner we take the opportunity to reminisce about how my mother’s parents shipped her off to “the Nunnery” for being bad when she was 15.

Betty was a bit of a firecracker you see.

She jumped out of her bedroom window in the middle of the night, smoked cigarettes and generally carried on in a manner unbecoming to a teenage girl in the 1950’s.  (This sort of behaviour is now common place in many teenage girls of course, with the addition of wearing underpants, 57 tattoos and a sneer in public).

Betty wasn’t thrilled about being shipped to the nunnery, but it pleased her parents to no end.  Finally their ill behaved daughter was going to get the guidance she needed.

Everything went along fine and dandy for everyone until the day Betty declared she loved the nunnery and she might just like to become one.  A nun.

If this were a movie, the next scene would involve a family sedan comically skidding to a halt at the nunnery and a teenage girl and her suitcase being thrown into the back of the car.  Car speeds away with clouds of dust behind it.

Betty didn’t become a nun. But the experience did affect her. In fact the whole thing was so traumatic for her she banned me from wearing black until I was in grade 10. Reminded her of the nunnery. Because I wasn’t allowed to wear black, black is now my favourite colour. I need it in clothing and decorating and shoes and purses. And it all stemmed from being banned from black for the first 15 years of my life.

I’m pretty sure my grandparents had no idea that sending my mother to a nunnery in 1950 would have any effect on their unborn granddaughter’s lifelong colour choices. But that’s exactly what happened.

It sort of puts my eyebrows in a squinch to think that something I’m doing at this very moment could randomly impact people 2 generations from now.

When you think about, it’s really freaky. And kindda good.

Wishing you … a Good Freaky Friday and a Happy Easter. May you all enjoy your own traditions.

 

Um … Oops!  Totally forgot I was going to give you a sneak peak at something I’m working on for next week …

 

My lastest creation will be revealed some time next week.  One hint … it’s not a pistachio covered armadillo.  And it’s not black.   Happy Easter!

20 Comments

  1. mick says:

    Sister Betty?
    It’s the nunnery’s loss. She could have designed some really cool habits(nun outfits), with matching rosaries.

  2. Stephanie says:

    I love this story! So funny. And it’s true…it’s crazy cool to think that what we do now might impact people who aren’t even imagined yet.

  3. Stuff being a nun, I wanted to be a saint! My mother freaked, of course.
    I am not now a saint.

  4. Terri-Lynn says:

    lmao!!! i’m sure that some of the readers may think that your stories are a slight exageration, but being one of Bettys granddaughters and hearing the story year after year, I can assure you all that it is not. Always the same crazy stories over and over and we laugh everytime like we have never heard it before. Can’t wait to hear it again…Happy Easter xo

  5. lori says:

    Hope YOU have a GREAT EASTER!!

  6. Jennifer says:

    I’ve chosen to forgive the fact that the sneak peek does not actually allow us to “peek” at anything because you *do* give us a better look at your fab console table. What is the top made out of? Corian? Marble? Painted wood?

    • Karen says:

      Jennifer – Thanks! The table is a Jonathan Adler from Homesense. White laminate. Cheap! (of course) ~ karen

      • Jennifer says:

        Before I *met* you, I never thought about Canada. Now I want to live there — if only for Homesense, your much-better dollar stores and the clothes you can buy at the grocery.

  7. Tess says:

    In 5th grade, Sister Constance said I would make the perfect nun. I cried for days. Happy Easter.

  8. Charlene says:

    So I guess future generations of my womb-fruit will run screaming from pink? Because a) that’s 90% of my wardrobe b) 75% of 6 yr old daughter’s wardrobe c)it’s the colour of two rooms in my house.

    If I gave a fig about future aesthetics I’d surround everyone right now in puce. But I’m not willing to make that sacrifice 😉

  9. pve says:

    Perhaps your Mom just wanted to be a “flying nun!”

  10. Debbie @ Swampbilly Ranch says:

    I can’t wait to see your project! They are always so much fun!

  11. westinflorida says:

    Your irreverence leads me to believe that we are somehow related. (That would be a GOOD thing!)

  12. Jane says:

    Depends on how many siblings she had (has).
    Black is so versatile. Bet you’re really happy Betty
    was sent to the nunnery. Otherwise, pea green might’ve been your favorite color.

  13. Julie shinnick says:

    oh you are SUCH a tease! love it! lol

  14. Ange says:

    Your sneak peak made me laugh. Good times.

  15. Pam'a says:

    I liked her already, but now I like Betty even more! Have a great Easter, Karen. 🙂

  16. Jenn says:

    Let me guess, your mom was a middle child?

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