All posts by StephieLou

Injured Hope

It fell off the top of my lockers. I am not optimistic about its recovery, but one must never give up on hope. Without it, we have no chance.

A clean break.

Calls for silver glitter glue.

Glitter captures light and shares it with the world.

The crack stays.

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

-Leonard Cohen

Pastel Pinecones

Nature is always an inspiration for color, but I didn’t know the baby pine cones had some pastel pinks bursting through their tips.

It never gets old.

Motivated

It’s 18 degrees outside, but nothing is stopping me from breaking down the lights and calling the holiday season.   There is a point at which a mere glance at ANY decoration still standing makes me itchy.  Metaphorically speaking.

I love Christmas and all the beauty it brings, but seriously.   Suddenly, those piles of extra things, half opened boxes, books, shoes lying around the house are my worst enemy.

And I just want my mantle back.  Clean, almost bare.   It’s the whole New Year thing.   A fresh start.  Nothing excluded.

I’m like a maniac, leaving no stone unturned.   Reduce, reuse, recycle.  Yes, yes and yes!

It’s going to be bone-chilling cold for the next 7 days in North Carolina.  That means we will not see 40 degrees AT ALL.   That’s what those newscasters are telling us.  MIGHT get snow, so our lovelies are being released early from school today.  They’ll be here in less than two hours.   Can’t waste it.   I’m heading to the living room, wiping down my mantle, pouring myself a cup of tea and sitting my tush on the couch with a book for the next hour.   And maybe I’ll grab a 20 minute nap before the first one says “I’m hungry.”

Word, Meryl.

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Sky Blanket

There’s a blanket in the sky.  At the bottom lies the sun ready to rise and shine.

“Don’t Believe the Hype”

You’d have to eat a lot of flame-broiled burgers to save $130.

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Always read the fineprint:

“Saving based on “recommended” pricing.”     What was the price?  $12 a burger?

Who’s doing the recommending?  Your king?

Just looking out for the masses.  🙂

 

 

Good Gourd!

I’m suffering from gourd guilt. I bought them to add a bit of atmosphere to the homestead, but now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, they’ve been summarily rejected for greens and glitter.

However, before giving them the heave ho, I have to stop and stare at them.

Seems only fitting (gourd guilt) that I honor their memory with a few last glimpses into their short-lived lives.

Rest in peace gourds!

See you next year!

Last fig standing

Just enough for one slice of toast.