When my friend Rob posted this photo on Facebook, I thought: Smurfs.
In the early eighties, I shared one-half of a duplex with a girlfriend in the Binz district of Houston.
We were in our twenties & single & enjoyed our lives.
Which means that we partied big time.
Whenever my roommate was in town on the weekends (she was a diver & quite often absent), she cooked Saturday morning breakfast. Hash browns, omelets – both in iron skillets. Very impressive.
Our kitchen was huge, large ceilings, lots of windows, a party kitchen, with a small space for a table & some space I don’t remember for a black & white TV. So while Linda cooked ; I sipped Bloody Marys, I watched the Smurfs in black & white.
I began to talk about the Smurfs at work – people brought me Smurf bowls & plates & cups & key chains & little figures.
My roommate’s response was: OMG, I feared the day you found out the Smurfs were blue.
Blue, any shade of blue, is my favorite color. Much of our shared space was blue. I think she feared our whole half of the duplex would turn various shades of blue.
Which would have suited me fine.
I have a printer’s box, featuring several Smurf figures, including Smurfette.
Thank you, Rob, for bringing back those memories.
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