I am feeling a pinch guilty, since it has been weeks since we have returned to Ontario from Paris, France. The guilt isn’t overwhelming me, so don’t feel tooooo sorry for me. I will be ok. Better than that. I am still grinnin’.
It is official. I am an all cotton, white linens lovin’, funky outhouse crazed – hussy. A natural fibers hussy is my new official title. I think I will have it printed on my biz cards. Jokes, Mom, jokes. Join me-everyone- in my fight against nasty, uncomfortable, polyester sheets. That P word is a bad word in my sleeping bliss. Very bad word. Never thought I would say (aka ADMIT) that I was such a sheet freak.
Would I give up my first-born child for nice quality sheets and pillowcases ??? Well, maybe not, but I would give the thought some pause. I would contemplate it. But only for a moment. Shelby will be so happy to hear that. The poor girl has suffered all these years when I say : “here- take my first-born child”. Even. Steven. Fair trade. Good thing Shelby has a sense of humour. Shelbella, I LOVE YOU more than SHEETS. Snicker snicker. But I still love WHITE too.
Bali has grabbed a hold of my heart. Oh the treasures….
I am getting super duper excited…just dreaming of the day that the container will arrive from Bali to Ontario. This is the third container that I have helped to co-ordinate. I have made purchases for a new store called KARISMA….soon to open, in Fergus, Ontario. This kind of purchasing is the number one FAVOURITE part of my job. No, it is not the paperwork. If an excel spreadsheet had a face, I would punch it. I love the design, the work, the travel, the buying….I DETEST the paperwork. Gross. Moments like this though, are awesome. The anticipation of the container ! Over land and sea….woot woot !
My brother is a pretty funny guy. As we get older, he gets funnier. He also isn’t any less shy than he ever was. He has never been shy. Oh to have a shy brother. Dreamy. He typically blurts out his random sentences at me~ ones that knock my socks off laughing. He is the goofy looking one on the far right of this photo…
I will never confess that he usually makes sense with those random funny statements. I will always go on, pretending he has lost his mind….AND….I will always go on …telling him that our parents found him on some church door step ~ in a basket.
I discovered this stress article today on a cancer talk list , and it was signed as anonymous. If you know who wrote it, please let me know…I would be happy to credit the author. So far, however, I have probably just broke some plagiarism law…. If I end up in jail, I will occupy myself with dreams of redesigning the cell and painting it a beautiful warm colour to soothe the mind and the senses. Take your time to come and get me, paint is my friend. I will have a good time, no worries. I love colours from nature, gorgeous colours are everywhere.
Design life has always been a super busy life for me. How does everyone else have time to brush their hair?! Taking time to just stop and enjoy the quiet moments can be a challenge. Please tell me that everyone has this time crunch challenge !
There is no place like home
Goodness gracious, could I be any slower on posting about Michael ?! Sorry boys and girls. Our move from Gay Pareee to home sweet home has kept us on our toes.