Well, it’s Saturday again. I’m determined to not be lounging around in my pjs at 2:30. Oh, who are we kidding? I’ll still be in my pjs but hopefully I’ll be well on my way to doing something with this fabric.
Yes, yes, I’ve taken a step up in the fabric department. This isn’t $2 bargain barn fabric. In fact, I didn’t even buy it at JoAnn’s. I ventured into one of the lovely quilting stores in town and found this fabric. The woman behind the counter and I spent a few minutes talking shop. I told her about my obsession with these fabrics, but how I wasn’t quite ready to invest in fabric that I’m too intimidated to cut. I told her how I actually weep, weep I tell you, just thinking about this fabric. We agreed that maybe it was best to work my way there. I told her that the very thought of Liberty prints made me weak in the knees and that viewing them had ruined me for other fabric—so great is the beauty of Liberty of London. Poor woman, I’m sure she thought I was insane.
She’d be right.
Anyhow, I then trotted off to buy a bottle of my BFF Ms. Clairol at the Rite-Aid. Once again, I’ve left my roots to rot upon my head and I’m looking a little, uh, gray. I’d show you a picture, but we’ve established already that I don’t document my faults for the world to see. Which is also why you’ll never get an “ass” shot of me. Uh, where was I?
Oh yeah, so the guy behind the counter.
Him: Well hello, Young Lady, how are you?
Me: I’m great! How are you?
Let me just say here, that while some people might get offended with this sort of familiarity—I’m just vain enough to find it endearing. Seriously. I love it. Here’s why.
Him: Oh, I’m doing just fine for an Old Codger.
See. Priceless. Because you see, he’s not all that old. Not really. And I’m not all that young. But we both play along. He called the very elderly lady in front of me, “Sweetheart” and she just beamed. I’m beaming thinking about it. I’m a sucker for words like sweetheart and codger.
Anyhow, this self-proclaimed codger is no fool. When I couldn’t work all the advanced buttons for the debit card machine he said, “So, that Master’s degree is working out for you.” Ha ha ha ha. Snort. Made my day. I live for these exchanges, because in truth, most people are really lovely. Funny, generous, and wonderful. Inspiring.
I brought home my new fabric and bottle of ego booster. When I draped the fabric over a door, I couldn’t help but notice it. Do you see it? Orange and black and funky shaped flowers. I’m finding them everywhere.
I made this card a few weeks back when Boy Wonder was making his masterpiece. I’ve yet to mail it to its intended recipient. . . instead, it’s propped on top of my singing bowl in the dining room. . . . inspiring my Saturday.
I hope whatever you find yourself doing this Saturday, you’re inspired by the beauty of the people who surround you. And the tiny bits of connectivity to be found in every exchange.
I’m doing my roots today too! But I go to the beau-tay parlor. I’m too chicken to do it myself.
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I think if I had your hair color, I’d be having a professional die my roots too! Blonds and redheads… it’s tricky business. 😀 ~W
🙂 Love that fabric — so brave to do orange. Liberty fabrics are luscious. When I was in London, I couldn’t bring myself to buy any fabric there but I did buy some other fun things — including some amazing feathers. It was overwhelming.
I’m doing something fun with my sister today — I may take my daughter along. She’s been banned from her DS today so I think I’ll avoid the inevitable fights and drama and take her along.
We’ll see.
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Ah yes, that banning thing is harder on the parents! Sometimes, avoidance is the only answer. 😀 Have a good day. ~W
I’ve been thinking about doing my roots too. 🙂
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Ok, that’s an open door I’m going to SHUT. ~W
OH the oranges are so lovely! sigh. I just adore fabric…oh, and being called sweetheart (there are a few people like that in our little “small” town still)
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Yeah, in retrospect, I wish I’d stayed an anonymous blogger when I moved here… because I’d love to write all the conversations I have with people. Not that any are bad, they’re great actually. I just often feel bad, like I might be spilling secrets that I shouldn’t… if that makes sense. If I were anonymous, then it wouldn’t be so bad. . . because then it could be anyone in any small town. Oh well, next time. 😀 ~W
I, fortunately, do not have roots yet. But I am told they are right around the bend… when Rylie turns 2.
And oh, Liberty Prints, how we love Thee.
I LOVE those kind of conversations! The small town, I don’t know you but we’re friends enough to joke, everything is not so serious, please can I make you smile today kind of interactions. Oh, I love them. Love it. Just as good as when a gentleman in his 70s waits a good 30 seconds for you to struggle up to the post office door and holds it wide open for you and your ‘little gal’. Oh, break my heart.
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Oh sure, rub it in. YOU WAIT. 😀 ~W
I’m one of those lovely people too. *snort*
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Oh, shush. You ARE! I really appreciate the info. Thank you, thank you!! ~W
I love the oranges! The card is adorable, too. And the fact that you live in a small town out west (that I love) is why you find the fun, sweet people. The people here aren’t always that friendly, but when you find them, you want to take ’em home with you. 🙂 Well, at least I do. 🙂 Take care, you young, rootless by now, chick. 🙂
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I’m digging the oranges too. And I am rootless… at least for the next 3 weeks. 😀 ~W