If you’re a thrifter like I am, you know one problem is finding several of ANYTHING sometimes.
One thing I see often is single chairs.
This French chair was a loner…once part of a set but no more…
like in a divorce….he got the table, she got the armchair…..
Of course, that French chair was full of ornate carving and
Like those gals you bump into at the grocery…when you just ran down to get more milk to stop the screaming in the kitchen…..
that was YOUR screaming…
….and you jump in the car, hair smoothed down as much as possible, stringy bangs, your old Tshirt and the first shoes you could lay your feet on….pink gardening clogs with dried mud on them…..and
reaching for the organic milk (she feeds her children healthy food only) and says
before you swing around in horror, you
because you read once that it will make the blood rush to them and turn them a bit more rosy as opposed to the pale, cracking, dry appearance they would have otherwise….
….and you say
and give a little shrug and laugh as though saying…
….because you want to give the impression that you are a
who doesn’t give a
about your appearance because you are focused on art and family and you are
SO secure that you don’t need the frail trappings of this world
to make you feel GOOD about yourself……
…… while at the same time curling your fingers around the handle of the milk jug so you can hide the cracked and paint filled cuticles because you notice immediately that she has a French manicure and even a pedicure ….
…. at that moment your deep faith takes over and you say
on the way out………”
…and she says “Oh, I KNOW….I just came back from my morning run and needed some milk too!”…and you see that she works out faithfully because you can actually visualize that she has a waistline and isn’t shaped similar to a column which is why you need to wear a baggy Tshirt…
….and so you say,
the kids are waiting for some milk for their cereal!
See you later…have a great day!”
Those women keep me humble……
But, I can make pretty things….like this divorced chair…..
It was just a plain, brown, dining room chair.
No ornate carvings. Nothing special.
With a little love and some dressing up….it can be special….