Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 13:08:51 -0500
From: nabooko
Subject: Miss Piggy United with The Green One in Chatham
Miss Piggy and The Green One have been united – private and intimate ceremony in an undisclosed location in Chatham County. Unplanned, unrehearsed- A moment in time unexpected, unheard of- but a sheer delight to those in attendance-
But wait- I am putting the hog before the cart, so to speak. For those of you that have taken the time to read my simple comments and views of life, you know I am not content to dwell in the present- The past is such a treasure trove of experiences, too good to leave, to ignore and become dust covered past glories. But then again, some live in the moment and don’t give a fig about the past.
Many years ago, I was an active antiques dealer and managed to meet and serve some well known Americans- Dick Van Dyke, Vivian Blaine, Julie Harris, Gordon Parks, Kurt Kasner and a few others.
One was the sister of Adli Stevens- Mrs. Earnest Ives- also known as Buffy Ives. Attempting to impress Mrs. Ives, a day she visited my shop, I rattled off a famous comment her brother had once made- “We must not look back at great yesterdays, we must look forward to great tomorrows”. Without batting an eye, without looking in my direction, she shot back- “Yes, dear, he said a lot of nice things- How much are these andirons?” The famous Miss Piggy was yet to appear.
I can’t remember the first time I saw or heard of Miss Piggy- My guess it was in the 1960s- but I could be wrong. I always thought she was pretty for a pig- but something about her eyes always bothered me. Yes, they were big and bright- yes she could roll them, close them and shyly use them in a seductive way- but, if you look at the pupil, there is a non directional stare- then again, she has used her eyes and it has brought her fame. I cannot understand why a pig would fall in love with that green frog, but love does have ways. Something else- either Miss Piggy is a very small pig or Kermit is a very large frog- In their world I guess it all works out and doesn’t really matter.
It could have been Christmas morning 1986- one of the last old fashioned family get-to-gathers for me. You know the kind- Kids, relatives and everybody goes “home” and have a big meal and open tons of packages and gifts. Some too big, some too small, some damaged, some crazy, some obviously “re-gifted”- My family sorta died out and the chain of events, the formula, the ritual died too.
But on that one cold winter morning, I was handed a package- it was a clear plastic bag, with a huge pink bar of soap- in the shape of Miss Piggy. The giver saw that I was puzzled and quickly explained that the best was yet to come- that Miss Piggy was a delightful smelling bar of soap. And indeed it was! Difficult to explain the aroma, but it was intoxicating, yet sophisticated at the same time- Just like Miss Piggy- The bar of soap was not at all handy to handle- It was shaped like Miss Piggy including the snout. – robust, heavy and very pink.
I decided rather and use it in the shower as soap, I would put in my storage cabinet with my towels, tee shirts and underwear. Always tucked in-between something and those things always smelled so refreshing! Problem was, I would forget where Miss Piggy was hiding and she would frequently drop to the floor with a thud-plunk. Time and time again- each time a little nick here and a little nick there- Miss Piggy slowly loosing her identity. But I had yet to use it as soap.
The day came that I would need to wash my hands at the kitchen sink rather than in the bathroom. I tried using the dish detergent but was unhappy with the amount of suds one had to contend with. Miss Piggy was placed in a nice white ironstone
soap dish and used for several months. Then she just disappeared. Not unusual though- for me at least- I knew that I had probably thrown her in the garbage, threw it at a naughty cat, frozen her or she had been stolen by persons unknown. Absent minded me could have put her anywhere.
It is now 2010, many years later and Miss Piggy was discovered behind the stove. That slippery pig had broken loose of my confines and made her way to a resting place. After she was washed and cleaned up, it dawned on me that she now looked like a normal bar of soap, still had some fragrance and above all was a wonderful bright pink color- A pink that would go well with my current bathroom colors of red, chartreuse gold and pink. The thin bar bar of Irish Spring soap I had been using- that one went to the shower.
Weeks have gone by, both soaps are getting smaller by the day, Miss Piggy is still a handful-
but can’t the same be said of all glamorous pigs? Irish Spring is now small and slender, not easy to manage and slippery. Just three days ago it happened. I forced the two to meet. It was love at first sight. From the very moment I put them together, they clung to one another. Instant bonding. No one ever figured it would happen. Miss Piggy and the green one united- as one, on a beautiful Friday morning, here in our equally beautiful Chatham County.
N.A. Booko
Take a peek at the famous pair- click on the web link below: