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March Photo Challenge: Day 2

03/02/2012

Belle

Prompt: Feet

About this photo: See that right foot? The one that is jumping for joy with its partner in crime, Lefty? Yeah, that right foot’s name is Bertha.

Back story: Once upon a time, in a far, far away land, a young woman named Belle threw a dinner party called the First Annual Sidewalk Chalk Festival. Little did Belle know that this dinner party would be the first and only Sidewalk Chalk Festival to date, and that the evening would profoundly change her life.

During this party Belle invited a handful of friends for a pot luck dinner that included a Kraft Mac & Cheese Casserole. Present Day Belle shudders at her lack of culinary prowess, but that is a post for another day. In attendance was Belle’s current boyfriend and heart-throb, Mr. Pomp. Mr. Pomp was a wine salesman and brought a case of various fancy wines with which to wash down the Kraft Casserole.

Also at this party was a man called Bird. Bird was merely a friend of a friend who Belle had met a few times at various parties and dinners. Knowing that this Bird character was feeling glum due to some romantic drama, Belle invited him to join the festivities.

Bird sauntered into the party, long blond hair blowing in the breeze from her clicking ceiling fan, with $70 in Tiramisu in tow. He then offered to fix her broken garbage disposal. As this Bird stood next to Mr. Pomp, little Belle thought to herself, “So handsome! So handy! So… delicious! My goodness, I have chosen poorly.”

The evening wore on and much Kraft Casserole, fine wine and Tiramisu was consumed. Once the guests were perfectly lubricated, Belle whipped out a huge box of sidewalk chalk and out the motley crew went to draw, write, and leave their “art” all over the downtown park. In a moment of drunken genius, Belle drew Extreme Hopscotch and challenged her friends to a rousing round. She picked up a stone, tossed it into the game and began to hop, hop, hop and then came crashing down, breaking her right foot. The party came to a rather abrupt and painful halt.

Fast-forward several months. Belle is still on crutches and is growing increasingly more irritated at “Bertha The Right Foot.” Why Bertha?  “Because it is the most ornery, troublesome name I can think of,” she said. A new doctor takes one look at the x-ray and he announces the only way to save her sole is with surgery.

One week before going under the knife, Mr. Pomp leaves Belle in a very dramatic, emo kind of way. She is crushed and spends an evening sobbing in her tiny apartment. Then Bird comes by, picks Belle up, dusts off her thrift store skirt and takes her out for PBR at their favorite dive. By the end of the night kisses are exchanged on her tiny, mismatched sofa. For the next two weeks Bird and Belle are inseparable. He tends to her broken heart and places bags of frozen peas on her broken foot. He whispers kind words to her when she worries and woos her with his three feisty cats.

And then that Bird flew. Off he moved to Kentucky to study things Belle did not understand. “I wish I could say, but I just have to go,” he says to her on their final night.

Weeks turn into months, and months turn into years and both Bird and Belle carry on their separate ways, sowing their final seeds of youth. One afternoon Bird returns and perches on Belle’s new sofa, in her new, grown up apartment, and proclaims his love. Two years later Bird and Belle are married. At the wedding Belle recounts the story of how the two came to be one and credits their union to her pesky, ornery and terribly painful right foot, Bertha.

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  1. Jen #
    March 2, 2012

    I love this photo, but even more than that, I LOVE THIS STORY! It made my heart smile. Thank you. 🙂

    • March 2, 2012

      Awe, thanks Jen. I am so glad the Bird came back to roost with me.

  2. March 2, 2012

    Shit! Your blog always makes me tear up. Either with empathy or joy…must mean you are doing a good job. LOVE THIS STORY! (this is another reason why I wished Bird would get to read it..along with little brother…I want these people to hear their stories through your words! So much LOVE)
    On a side note: I wish you would do a modeling shoot of all of your hip clothes! Next time I come down I want to go through your closet!! Or maybe just the bags of clothes you are keeping to decide if you want to keep them or not. I will take those ones 🙂

    • March 2, 2012

      Faith, Mr. Husband chooses not to read my blog! I think it is b/c he respects this as my personal space to let out emotions on subjects he will never understand. Or perhaps it is just laziness 🙂
      Also: I make it my personal mission is to ruin as many women’s eye makeup as possible! Not really, but yeah, sometimes I can be a tear-jerker.
      And finally, my wardrobe is an ever-evolving mess of too many colors and patterns. I would have it no other way 😉

  3. March 2, 2012

    What a cute story 😉

  4. March 2, 2012

    Lovely. ❤ Happy Friday, Belle.

    D x

  5. March 2, 2012

    This photo challenge was brilliant. If only so we could hear more of your stories.

    I promise to catch up with posting this weekend. Take care!

  6. March 2, 2012

    You are such a gifted writer! I LOVE this story, and am glad Bertha is behaving nicely these days. As a side note, my paternal grandmother’s name was Valeria Martha Bertha. No joke. Glad only the “Valeria” part was passed down to me (as a middle name).

    • March 2, 2012

      Thank you for the compliment, Jules. I miss writing for a living. I’m so happy to be blogging and have a reason to write again!
      Martha Bertha? Wow, that is intense 🙂 I think you lucked out, as Valeria is beautiful!

  7. March 2, 2012

    Love the photo! I don’t think I’d manage to get that far off the ground AND catch the moment. lol.

    And the story is even more wonderful! So glad Bird came back home where it sounds like he should be. (My husband doesn’t read my blog either, unless he looks over my shoulder as I am typing a post up.)

    • March 2, 2012

      It took a lot of tries! I think I’ll save up my photo “outtakes” and post them all in April. There are some funny ones already and we are just on Day 2!

  8. March 2, 2012

    What an amazing story! I love your writing, Belle.

    Bertha always reminds me of Anne of Green Gables, that being her mother’s name.

    • March 2, 2012

      My goodness, I have not thought of Anne of Green Gables in ages! I wonder if it is on Netflix-On-Demand… Perhaps I’ll torture Mr. Husband with it tonight 🙂

      • March 2, 2012

        I just reread the series at the beginning of the year, and then I caught it on LPB the other night. I love Anne!

  9. Vanessa #
    March 2, 2012

    Awesome story. And awesome colour-blocking, too. 🙂 I want that scarf and those boots!

  10. nothingifnotoptimistic #
    March 2, 2012

    Love this pic!!! And I have to say, yellow is truly a marvelous color for you!
    This story is wonderful! I think it’s inspired me to write my own story about me and the hubs. It’s funny how life takes you in circles to your destination. There are things in the past that I try to forget, but I wouldn’t change a single one of them, because it’s all brought me to what I’ve got now. 🙂 Just like you’ve got your Bird! Thanks for sharing!!

  11. March 2, 2012

    great story!!!

  12. March 2, 2012

    Aww! What a sweet story! And “save her sole” made me snort.

  13. March 3, 2012

    Awesome pic and what an amazing story!

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