"A news story should be like a mini skirt on a pretty woman.
Long enough to cover the subject but short enough to be interesting. "
(linked to a Texas newspaper editor)
I was interviewed today about the baby shower. Being interviewed is way different from interviewing - the side of journalism I know a little bit about. With lots of time to think of how I want to say something, I can usually get my thoughts into a somewhat readable order. I got so excited today talking about the baby shower, I did a lot of talking with my hands! Not easy to do on the phone, but I did it.
I went to church this afternoon to try to organize all the donations. There is so much good stuff I felt like I was in Babies R Us. Onsies and nightgowns. Socks and blankies. Hats and bibs. Oh my goodness, it was enough to make this grandmother wish her ovaries were all dried up! What is it about a Carter's baby undershirt that makes me want to rub it across my cheeks? The soft cotton fabric and the not-yet-puked-on smell makes me weak in the knees. I wonder if heaven smells like Johnson's & Johnson's baby lotion.
My heart skipped a beat when I laid my hands on a crocheted blanket and bonnet. I knew the lady who made it. She's about as crabby as they come. The first time she yelled at me I wanted to tell her to go *#!* ..... not real Christian, I know! But since that time, I've wooed her with kindness. I've listened when she fussed, and kissed her when she was done. I've broken through her hard crusty exterior and peeked into her tender heart. She's had a hard life. I give her the benefit of the doubt. She has arthritic hands so crocheting a baby blanket was really hard for her. But she did it. And for the first time in about three years she joined in the party. Watching her smile made me smile.
I don't know who's going to get that blanket. I'm pretty sure, however, that the love that went into it is going to keep that baby extra warm.
It's hard to tell a story like that without getting all emotional. Not sure if that will sell newspapers!
Still flying high and loving it,