Thursday, May 04, 2006

Stuff I found

Once again, it's been way too long since I posted.

A couple of weekends ago, Russ and I spent three solid days cleaning out every nook and cranny of our house. Every closet, every cabinet, under every bed... Nothing was safe. After all was said and done, we threw away about 15 garbage bags worth of stuff, and filled our garage with the rest, for an upcoming garage sale. I can't tell you what a breath of fresh air it is walking around this house knowing that it's CLEAN! But, what I found in the house... That was the coolest part: Poems, diaries, letters I wrote, and some crazy shit.

In the next few entries, in no particular order, I'm going to show you some of the stuff I found and what it means to me.

This is Raggedy Andy. Raggedy Andy is musical. I slept with Raggedy Andy for several years when I was a little girl. As a matter of fact, I wasn't able to sleep WITHOUT Raggedy Andy.

From about the age of six to about the age of twelve, I would wind Raggedy Andy up every night and put him under my pillow so he could sing me to sleep. It would usually take about five or six of these windings before Mr. Sandman would actually stop by, but it always did the trick.

I can't exactly remember what song it was that Andy played. It might have been "Lullaby and Goodnight". As a matter of fact, I'm almost positive that was it. Either way, Andy was my best friend for a many years. No matter what was worrying me or scaring me in the dark, Andy was always there to make sure I got a good night's sleep. There are some nights now that I wish he still worked.

This is one of my first headshots. I'm not exactly sure how old I was in this, but it was back in the days when it was okay to retouch a picture so much that you looked like you were made out of plastic. We even painted on my eyelashes, and lines around my lips!!

I don't ever remember looking anything like this. I do, unfortunately, remember that brown leather jacket I'm wearing.

The funny thing is, they always tell you your headshot should look as much like you as possible so that when you walk into an audition, you are what the casting director was expecting to see. Well, I can assure you I never walked into an audition looking anything like this picture. I doubt I worked very much during that time.

I'll be back in a day or two with some more stuff I found.


Anonymous Dad said...

I actually always liked that picture of my little girl.

10:20 PM  
Blogger Max Koch said...

Hey! Your headshot from "The Character Complex"! I used to display that in my bedroom on Independence in a cheap, Thrifty Drug store frame! (now don't be TOO creeped out by that)

Lisa, thank you for sharing these historical items with us. The Lisa Museum. Your R. Andy sang? Wow. Cool. Mine just flopped about.

I know it will never happen in a billion years, but I am hoping and praying you'll bust out some of that school-age poetry next.

Great entry!

7:05 AM  
Blogger Unruly D said...

I still have my Raggedy Ann doll too! I couldn't give her up - she's TRASHED! A true rocker from the start. Pen marks on her face. Rips in her dress. Eyebrows half pulled out. She was a true inspiration for my post teen-adult years. I keep her in a chest full of stuff I wanted to save from my childhood. She's locked up in there with my Baby Beans doll (thus the knickname DeenBean) and my first toe shoes, and my graduation cap, my diaries (complete with locks and keys) from my entire childhood, a brand new - still in the box - Paddington Bear baby dish set that I saved up my money for for like 6 months so I could order it via mail order. (I was very intense about this purchase at the time, as it was for my daughter I would surely have when I was around 22.) A very fancy lacey white shirt my Mom bought for me when we were really poor and really couldn't afford it that I never wore because I loved it so much I didn't want to ruin it. Maybe the wierdest of all... the entire set of Little House on the Prairie books in it's original yellow cardboard case. I don't know why I had to keep them - but now I can't get rid of them.

I have so many ridiculous things that I had to keep - I think it's great that even in your "mess" you managed to hang on to some of the things that molded you. I love that stuff. I can't wait for the day to bore my poor kids that I will probably never have with mine.
Thanks for letting me bore YOU with it here, and for this entry. It was nice. I can't wait to see what else you post from your excavation.

ps - I also have that headshot of you in one of my photo albums, along with every other one you've ever had. If you ever want to see them let me know. I'm your biggest fan.

1:16 PM  
Blogger Max Koch said...

Um. I think I'm ready for more stuff you found now...

6:22 PM  

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