January 20 | Smokey Smell
Melissa liked her popcorn slightly burnt. If she couldn't see a bit of black, it wasn't done enough. She said that it "brings out the flavor" in the popcorn.
Really, I think she liked getting the strong reactions as the horrid smell permeated the entire house.
January 14 | Wedding Gown
Melissa and I convinced Mom to show us her wedding gown, the dress she and her mother had made the summer before she married my father. She dug to the bottom of her chest and pulled out a terribly wrinkled ball of slightly yellowed satin and lace.
Melissa immediately declared that I had to put it on, but it was too small for me; I was amazed at how small my mother had been in her early 20s. I told Melissa that she had to put it on since I couldn't.
She pulled it on over her clothes and put the veil on her head. All of the wrinkles and the too-large gown made her look ridiculous, but nevertheless she pranced all around Mom's bedroom pretending to preen in the mirror.
That was the only wedding dress Melissa ever wore.
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