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The French Blue PeriodDec 18 '07 (Updated Jan 30 '08) Write an essay on this topic.
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My Mom was a run amuck, self medicating Manic Depressive. We now call this mental illness Bi Polar. One of her interesting phases was her blue period. This was a "high" period that she was in for quite a long time. When a Bi Polar person is high they can become very focussed on one particular thing, a color, music, painting, a certain food or any number of things. We'd been through the Lobster period where we had Lobster for dinner almost every night all wearing lobster bibs and eating off of lobster plates. We had the Classical Music Period where Chopin, Rachmaninoff, Beethoven and numerous operas were being played at three in the morning period, the build a million things out of brick period, the buying dozens of birds (Cockatoos, African Greys, Lovebirds, Nandays), Cat period and Monkey period. The entire dining room became a Monkey/Chimpanzee room with bananas hanging from the chandelier. Because of all the animals we had , our house was known as the Tenafly Zoo, more mortifying moments. We went on to the marble period where every surface was covered with marble and then the blue period, French Blue. Mom had the house painted French blue for starters. We had a big, Cape May Victorian house in Tenafly, N.J. Anyone who lived there at the time knew our house. Somehow the paint turned and became Lavender. Very trendy now, pretty embarassing then. It became a landmark for people giving directions and a burden to bear for me as a teen ager. She tiled the kitchen walls with French Blue tiles, dyed our little Poodle French Blue, she dyed all her clothing and anything else she could French Blue with Rit dye. She then bought, or my Dad bought her, a tiny French Blue Simca. Now her little car, blue clothing and little dog all matched the house . She would tool around town, occasionally running one cop or another off the road, a vision in blue, heading for her crazy blue house. I love my childhood memories and I miss my wonderful crazy Mom. *this is a short entry in dianpinions little epinions write off  |
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