The above painting is called Mystic Garden II. It is a custom made watercolor painting created for a fellow Etsy member, creativesparkle. I traded this for a gorgeous story box she made. If you'd like a custom made painting (materials, colors, style, size of your choice), or would like to trade, please contact me at jtorrant@aol.com.One time Emily was coming to visit, and left me a message from the road "Ron a roll, lady! Ron a roll!!!". I laughed out loud at her version of we're on a roll, until I remembered the actual rollerskating rink she was driving by on the side of the route 84 in Vernon called Ron-A-Roll. I love it..... what a name.
I've never been to Ron-A-Roll, but I loved going to the long gone Rollerworld that used to be in my hometown. I had my first official romantic moment with a boy at Rollerworld. We held hands and skated together. He waited until the last song, therefore missing all of the slow songs other kids "slow skated" to. I believe the song that he stole my heart to was Paradise City. "Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty".... I didn't get it nor did I care. I think I was twelve. I'm laughing right now, because I can still picture it all clear as day, now, of course, with a whole new perspective.
Emily had a rollerskating birthday party at a rink in Middletown. This was a few years ago, so it was seriously awesome to be a bunch of late twenty year olds through forty year olds eating pizza and sneakily spiked soda, and wizzing around the retro rink. The sweetheart that ran the place, and probably had for a long time, led the group through the hokey pokey, and all kinds of other fun, group roller skating games that we played when we were kids. It was a grown up giggle fest.
I'd like to say that life is like a rollerskating birthday party, but I don't want to sound like Forrest Gump.
Why am I talking about roller skating? Because ron a roll, baby, ron a roll.
I've never been to Ron-A-Roll, but I loved going to the long gone Rollerworld that used to be in my hometown. I had my first official romantic moment with a boy at Rollerworld. We held hands and skated together. He waited until the last song, therefore missing all of the slow songs other kids "slow skated" to. I believe the song that he stole my heart to was Paradise City. "Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty".... I didn't get it nor did I care. I think I was twelve. I'm laughing right now, because I can still picture it all clear as day, now, of course, with a whole new perspective.
Emily had a rollerskating birthday party at a rink in Middletown. This was a few years ago, so it was seriously awesome to be a bunch of late twenty year olds through forty year olds eating pizza and sneakily spiked soda, and wizzing around the retro rink. The sweetheart that ran the place, and probably had for a long time, led the group through the hokey pokey, and all kinds of other fun, group roller skating games that we played when we were kids. It was a grown up giggle fest.
I'd like to say that life is like a rollerskating birthday party, but I don't want to sound like Forrest Gump.
Why am I talking about roller skating? Because ron a roll, baby, ron a roll.
