It is a scary undertaking to make available your thoughts to the whole world. I’ve put it off for a long time.  But after listening to Randy Ingermanson’s “Marketing Methods of the Mad Genius Writer” workshop from the American Christian Fiction Writers 2007 conference CD, I was compelled to begin.

 So, here it goes:

 Why call my blog “Put a ruffle on it”, you ask? Well, it’s simple. My dearly departed Grandmother’s solution to too short skirts and too short shorts was to put a ruffle on it.

Today’s blog is in memory of her, Christine Welch Oakley. She lived next door, which had its advantages and disadvantages.

The advantages:

Her love, her biscuits, her rice pudding, her home-made applesauce, her egg custard and so many other things.

The disadvantages:

She was a stickler for not getting sunburns. When I was a teenager, it was cool to have a tan. I have pale skin with freckles, so tanning didn’t happen, but I tried, and with my Grandmother living next door, it was hard to do.  My sister and I would have to find locations around my house that would shield us from her view. Unfortunately, it never worked. When she saw us, she’d yell, “get out of that sunshine.” Boy, did it really irritate us.

But you know what? As an adult of so many years, I now realize her wisdom. She knew that sunburns can lead to skin cancer. Today, I live in fear of discovering I have that dreaded  disease, because after all her tries to keep us out of the sun – making floppy hats out of scrap material for us to wear and making sure we didn’t purposely sit in the sun- I still got sunburned many times. Why did we subject ourselves to so much pain? Vanity. We wanted to be like everyone else. But my Grandmother, she knew better.

 If I am ever blessed with grandkids, will I express my love like she did? I hope so.