Remember mood rings?
Heh. Well, unless you’re of a certain age, you probably don’t. Created back in 1975, mood rings were these quirky, goofy rings with a fabricated stone that responded to–the makers claimed–your mood. If you were happy, the stone was a lovely aquamarine blue. If you were depressed, it was gray. Angry? Red. And etc. They were all the rage for a couple of years, and then, like most gimmicks (think Pet Rock), they faded mostly off the market.
*Note: A quick googling tells me that mood rings are still out there, now in a huge variety of shapes and settings. Who knew?
Anyway. Back in August of last year, when I was in the middle of packing up and moving Mom and myself to our new apartment, I bought not a mood ring, but one of those little solar-powered toys for a couple of dollars to cheer myself up. It was a rough time for both of us: physically and emotionally exhausting at once. My toy is a daisy that nods its flower head from side to side, and sorta flaps its little leaves up and down when the sun hits the sensor. I used a black Sharpy to draw a little smiley face on the yellow middle of the daisy, too. It just tickled me.
Since then, I’ve gotten into the habit of setting it in my window when I get up in the morning so it nods happily nearby as I work. No matter how much pain I’m in or how blue I might feel, it makes me smile whenever I look at it.
So you can imagine how I felt this morning when I started to move the blinds aside a bit for my Happiness Daisy–and discovered
IT WAS BROKEN!
Oh, woe! Somehow my toy daisy’s stem got broken at the curve. It’s little head was drooping sadly.
Now, here’s the thing. When I saw it, my mood just flopped to my slippers. It’s silly, I know. I can replace that toy without much effort or cost. But it was special because of when and why I bought it, and that time is past, gone, and can’t be reproduced.
And that’s what made me think of those goofy mood rings. If I had one now, I wonder what color it would be. Black? Olive green? Brown?
I’m going to try a drop of epoxy or tape or something to fix my Happiness Daisy. In the meantime, I’ll just have to remind myself that life does go on, and in spite of the highs and lows, it’s usually pretty darned good–today included.
Here’s hoping that your Happiness Daisy, whatever it is, is smiling for you today.
Aaaaw, I hope you can fix it! Completely understand about the sentimental value! Another one just wouldn’t be the same!
Btw, did you ever come across mood fish? Little flat red fish-shaped bits of plastic and you put it in the palm of your hand and depending on how it curled, it said what mood you were in … I think. Maybe it told your fortune? 🙂
Ah, man. It’s not how much it cost, it’s how special it is and anything that makes you smile is priceless. I’m sorry. Here’s hoping a bit of something sticky will perk up your flower. (Pardon where my mind went, but it wandered into wondering if you could water it with a bit of Viagra …)
Looking at that drooping daisy made me sad (sniff). I hope it can be revived and your mood returned to brighter colors (I do remember mood rings). Giving you a smile from the north 🙂
Poor daisy! And you! Hope you can fix it. Remember, though, that the daisy is still there. It just has a kink (RA?) in its stem.
My daisy is called Lucy. She makes me smile even when she barfs in my shoes.
What’s the status? Were you able to fix it? And no, it’s not silly to feel sad over a broken flower. I think we all have our little things that help brighten our mood and holds sentimental value.
Sadly, I do remember mood rings. I remember my “boyfriend” (I was in first grade:) gave me one before he moved out of state. And I wore it all the time. One day, I went swimming, took the ring off, and put it in my shoe for safe keeping, but when I went to put it back on, it was gone. My little 6 year old heart was crushed. 😦
I also had one of those flowers on my kitchen window sill. It was given to my daughter by her friend and was a representation of happiness and health. Shortly after my daughter got it, her friend was placed in a medically induced coma and things changed (she is doing well now). Every time I looked at that flower bobbing away, it just reminded me of her friend, and how much strength she had. It stopped working a few months ago, after gracing my windowsill for a year. I was pretty bummed. Still haven’t gotten around to replacing it, because I don’t think it would be the same…
Hoping you can revive your little Daisy 🙂
I actually own a mood ring. My granddaughter likes wearing it. I don’t even know where or when I got it, but it’s a conversation piece. I hope your little flower can get fixed. It does look awfully cheery, though a little droopy at present. Anything to give your spirits a lift, especially on those mornings when you feel like the tin man, or rather, tin woman.
Mine is exactly the same, but in a red pot. So far so good. I’ll think of you when I see mine go – it was bright enough to flap its’ ;eaves today when it was snowing