I had a dream (don’t leave!!) that I was sitting at my mother’s vanity at home and putting on my face. Literally. Including my hair. There wasn’t a choice of lips or noses like when you create an avatar. There were just the items I normally have on my head sitting on the vanity marble top waiting to be attached. Not sure how I could see without my eyes, but I could and they were the last thing I put on. Then I sang “All That She Wants” long and loud in the mirror to myself. If you aren’t familiar with these particular spectacular Ace of Base lyrics, basically, all that she wants is another baby. Ba-A-beh. Sometimes I feel like my subconscious is phoning it in.
When I was in the single digit years of my life, my older sister had a 45 with a scary story on one side and who-the-heck-cares on the other because the scary story was so awesome. It was called The Velvet Ribbon and I played it and recited it every chance I got. It scared my sister and my brothers and man, that was fun. I would wait until my sister would ask me to do something for her and then I’d say, ‘You will be sorry if I do, so I won’t.’ in the creepiest voice I could muster. I even wore a black ribbon around my neck one day but she cried so hard that it wasn’t really funny anymore. Well, it kind of was. And when she told me to take it off, i did and then started to say, ‘I told you you’d be sooooooooooooorry!’ but her face went white as a sheet and she was too scared to cry. And then it wasn’t really funny anymore. Well, it kind of was.
You can read the story here and listen to the original recording from my childhood here complete with the last, scary line I’d say right before we went (did not go) to sleep. Thanks to the authors of those two pages.
I love the narrator’s voice! I told you you’d be sooooorrrrryyy.
I remember this story!!!! Oddly enough I was just telling someone about this the other day. It was [and still is] the scariest story!
When I was in daycare (uh… I’m guessing I was 6 or 7) one Halloween they read us this story. I was so terrified they had to call my mom to come pick me up because I couldn’t quit crying. She read them the riot act for telling us such a story – I mean, she was PISSED. Especially when I didn’t sleep for like three days after.
Thank you for providing Bossy with the Ace of Base soundtrack she will now dutifully carry in her head for the next 56 hours.
Speaking of old records, stop by Bossy’s Virtual Yard Sale, where she’s selling other blogs, musty ads, and purple fonts.
The last time I heard that story, I was sitting in a sleeping bag on a shag rug with five other girls and their sleeping bags. The storyteller (can’t remember who) had a flashlight under her chin. It’s such a great story. I think I’ll wear a black velvet ribbon on Halloween this year…