First, a note. I must confess I have long hated and resented the word sweet. Those feelings are slowly turning to sometime more like distrust, I’d say. I have less time to hate things. Still, it feels like a cop out, this word. How honest is sweet? Also, an assumption. Girls = Sweet. And don’t forget the numerous cringe-inducing commands to “Stay Sweet” scrawled across all my High School yearbooks in hot pink ink. Really, that’s all you have to say? Sometimes it feels like a personal failure when I hear that word.
So it felt strange when, looking through my photostream gathering photos for this post, sweet was the word that kept popping to mind. Photo after photo. Fresh. Delicate. Pleasant. Winning and charming. I think maybe it’s time for me to make my peace with sweet.
Still, I reserve the right to squinch up my face and stick out my tongue at anyone who dares tells me I’m “sweet”. And don’t wink at me, either. I hate that.
Some very small things that make me smile: These are some earrings I bought at the Craft Fair a few weeks ago. The teeth are by Nicole Harring and the Barbie Hands are by Rachel Qualliotine. Aren’t they lovely? Continue reading “gratitude – Trinkets and Windowsills”
The weather has been nice enough I’ve been able to shed my many-layerd sherpa-like winter attire and dig out all the summer dresses in my closet. Makes me want to go thrifting and also reminds me of my friend MW’s story about how she spent a month (or more) refusing to allow herself to wear jeans to get out of a fashion rut. Continue reading “gratitude – Sunny Spring Days”