I went to school for floral design once upon a time. I became an expert in all things silk. I learned to work with faux flowers and plants and came to love them almost as much as the real deal. To this day I still have a tendency to use them more often than not. Case in point, autumn decorations. Outside I use the real flowers, but inside I prefer faux... less mess. Last year we had somebody clean out our garage and all my fall arrangements, wreathes, etc. disappeared. Accidently thrown out. I was upset, to say the least. So I am replacing things slowly. I started with a singular pumpkin and vine of leaves. And it has filled me with absolute delight. Do you find big or small things bring you the most joy? And do you prefer real or faux flowers?
Monday, September 4, 2017
When it comes to fashion I like bold bright colors with heavy patterned prints. They hide the stains. In my world solid colors are out. The reason why is simple. Number one... I tend to be clumsy. Number two... my anatomy gets in the way. I have big breasts and I’m short. That means when I sit at a table to eat my meals they act like a shelf. Everything falls there. So when I spill food... it shows up on a solid color shirt... much more than it would on a print... because solid colors are just too unforgiving. However, sometimes that is not the case and the print is vunerable. For example... I have a white shirt with an abstract pattern of green and purple in it. I’m extremely careful with it because basically it's a white shirt. But I wore it the other day. Everything was going well until my last bite of the hotdog. Slurp… a dollop of mustard slid out the bottom end and landed smack-dab on my shirt. I was devastated. It was my very last bite of lunch. Not even the Tide Stain Stick could get the mustard out. So my pretty print shirt is now ruined. In retrospect I should have taken it off or forgotten the hotdog, but I didn’t think I would need to. I was being very cautious. But apparently not cautious enough. Perhaps I should have worn a bib? Did you ever ruin something important to you because of something trite? Or stubbornness?