The most irritating ring on the cell phone is blaring announcing that it is time to get up yet again... only I don't want to, I know such a change from the normal #sarcasm. Walking to my closet I deem that despite my going and picking up durrock, for the bathroom we are redoing, I will dress up-ish. Is it my fault that I want to feel pretty, at least a little, when going to get essentially concrete and wire mesh? Ok, so I am crazy but I'm ok with it so it's alright.
Dressed and dragging my poor husband out the door behind me I look around our yard and think, "where should I go today? I know that well looks ripe for the sitting!"
I love having stories behind accessories. The bracelet I am wearing was given to by my dearest sister. She and I lived with each other and shared a room for most of our life and between arguments and irritations we are best friends. For the first time in our life we were separated for 3 months when she left me for the beauty that is Ireland and when she returned she gave me this bracelet (and 2 shirts)... I can't wear it without thinking of her, and I love it for that if nothing else!
This is what I wore Wednesday: thank pleated poppy.