Today's Wonder of the World is...Maps!
At my house, we LOVE maps.
My dear husband's love for maps began shortly after he was weaned.
Actually I'm just guessing about that. I wasn't there at the time.
But I'll tell you a little story about the first map I ever bought... Hey! Don't you roll your eyes! This story has true love and suspense and maps!
Are you paying attention?
On Christmas Eve of 1985, my senior year in college, I gave Todd one of these for Christmas.
Flickr photo by jbcurio
No! Not a Charles Atlas having his 77th birthday.
Flickr photo by eccentrophile
No, not an atlas moth. Though he probably would have liked one.
Flickr photo by David in Miyazaki
No, not a map butterfly either.
How did you guys get me on this crazy insect tangent? That'll teach me to listen to you!
I'm talking about this kind of atlas!
Flickr photo by GunnarFreyr
Yes! The book kind.
Back to the story...
To be precise, I gave Todd a National Geographic World Atlas, and he gave me an engagement ring. He was so thrilled with his new atlas, I'm not sure if he even heard me say yes!
Ramseys are a little map crazy.
Twenty two years later, I've become accustomed to the madness. In fact, I've learned to like maps myself. Though I don't squirrel them away in the coat closet, so that they avalanche on any unsuspecting person opening the door.
(A certain someone in my house does that.)
Here's my laundry room, with an old French classroom map of the US that I found at a flea market during our years in Clermont Ferrand.
That's not the best picture because my laundry room is so tiny.
By the way, see the bean-eyed puppet Sam made of himself when he was five? I've kept that up for four years because I can't let it go. It makes me too happy. And it reminds me what he looks like without hair in his eyes.
But back to maps, let me sit up on the dryer and let you have a better look at the map.
There we go.
I love the colors and the French names for everything. I've lived here in South Carolina for 15 years and I had no idea I lived near les Alleghanys.
That map has been through a lot. If you click on it, you'll see big pieces of clear tape holding it together. Can you believe that my French movers rolled it up and wrapped it with duct tape? Mon Dieu!
Eight weeks later when we unpacked every thing, I carefully peeled it off, and nursed it back to health.
At my house, we love maps so much we might just eat out of them.
Photo by bombus.etsy.com
You can too, if you buy one from www.bombus.etsy.com, HERE.
Or I might wear it on a necklace around my neck!
Photo by itsallabouttheprint.etsy.com
Cute, huh? It's made from a map and an old scrabble tile!
It's from www.itsallabouttheprint.etsy.com, HERE.
I also love maps that children make. Like this one, made by a class of 7 year olds in Scotland.
Flickr photo by Glazgow
How can you be anything but happy looking at a map like that?
When you were little, did you and your friends ever pretend to read each other's palms?
Flickr photo by MsKiKi
Some people say palms are sort of like life maps.
Or treasure maps!
Flickr photo by Jonty Wareing
But why stop at just palms?
How about an all body map?
Flickr photo by hey-gem
Apparently some people think that moles have meanings, and can be lucky or unlucky.
And how handy...the same person who reads your moles can remove any unlucky ones for you! Woo hoo! Read more about it HERE.
It's September 16. Do you know where your moles are?
That reminds me... You never answered me: Do you know the way to San Jose?
If she had a map, Dionne Warwick could tell you!
Have a wonder-full Tuesday, everyone!