My son, Brian, is covered in angel kisses and blushes at the drop of a hat. Ugly spots? No way. When I was a youngster, I tried to…
… give myself freckles with an eyebrow pencil. I also dreamed of suddenly waking up with dimples. This 1916 ad is well, thankfully, old-school. And what on earth is othine?
But wait, will it remove age spots. 🙂
Okay, the coffee cup my freckled Brian is holding was a Christmas present given to my husband. Meggie found two of them in a discount store. Michael Jackson? Marijuana? Mary J. Blige? Guesses? (Obviously, they weren’t manufactured with this MJ in mind, but it’s fun to pretend.)
Love my husband Nick’s hands (twice my size), especially when they’re telling the world who he loves.
Ahhh . . Mary Jane, love this post. I was soooooooooooooo honored to meet both Brian and Nick this past summer when Robin and I were able to come and stay at the B&B. I’m kinda partial to freckles since they “embellish” many in my family, including me.
Love the mugs too . . . tell Brian and Nick “HI” from me!
I would pretend it was for my husband..Michael Johnston 🙂
Fabulous post! I’ve got freckles, too. In Afrikaans (South Africa) they are called ‘Sproetjies’… Pronounced: sprooo (as in scooter) eeee (as in bee) kiss (as in kiss) = sproooeeeeeekiss = Sproetjies… and is also used as a term of endearment… Hey MJ another word to add to ‘Gleaming word a week’! Best wishes. Catherine x
If it was my cup, it would stand for “I love my joe” as in coffee!! 😀
Okay` so the cups are too cute and freckles are even cutier! I do have to admit I am partial beacuse I am blessed with some freckles myself- as are both my son and daughter too.
When I was little, my Dad teased me about my freckles, saying he’d have to use some sandpaper to get them off. Now I remember the little grin he had when he said that. I also remember that it didn’t work and the look of shock on his face seeing the abrasions on my little nose.
My father would call me a “freckle-faced strawberry”, wasn’t that a Kool Aid flavor at one time??? Anyways, didn’t appreciate my freckles as a girl as much as I do now!
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