Maine: A Memorial Day Memoir

   For my first foray "out of the closet", I spent a memorable Memorial Day Weekend on the scenic coast of Maine. I meandered up and down Route 1, poking my head in at various antique shops and roadside stands. One of my favorites is an outdoor center that sells statues and planters, gargoyles and angels, and lovely benches with which to decorate one's garden.
   I happened upon a quaint lobster shack where I placed my order, and the kitchen sent the order over to another shack via clothesline. There I enjoyed a succulent Maine lobster, complete with clams and corn on the cob. I listened to the cries of the seagulls swooping overhead, and felt the salty sea spray on my face.

   Maine truly is a wonderful place, and so far I think I'm going to love my new life.

Hello World!

   Hello World! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mitzti. I'm a mannequin head, a "nobody" if you will, who was discovered in a bedroom closet. I was hidden behind an old printer, a TV, various casserole dishes, and some unused handbags. My formerly adoptive person was cleaning out the house in which I was stashed to prepare for a yard sale with her siblings. Twenty years ago I was brought into that house when she was a rebellious teenager. She found me at a Goodwill and decided she MUST have me, for ironic purposes. Then she left for college. I didn't make it out with her; I've been buried in the back of her childhood closet and long forgotten.

   Now, that same rebellious teen has grown up. She, along with her siblings, have decided to give me a life! They have big plans for me! Whoo-hoo! I am now going to get to go on all the adventures I had dreamed of while collecting dust in that closet.