It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

I’m visiting the “ruleless” sister. We plan on exercising daily, eating salads for dinner, and doing some retail therapy. I can promise we shall adhere to one of those intentions quite easily!

Stay tuned for the deets.

Another year to start anew, yet every day is thus.
We try again, we do our best, carry on as so we must.

Measuring our time in years, maybe memories?
Seeking solace with our friends, shared epiphanies.

I’m feeling old, though yet still young, my body wants a rest.
My heart and soul, as well as mind, still want to give my best.

So off I go to exercise and keep my limbs a’moving.
Because I want to show the world that I can still be groovin’.

A little encouragement for the new year and your resolve to clean. I could use a few cards.

”Paroline,” the other English major who keeps the world spinning, sent this gem. Perfect for the beginning of our year, and in her profound words I quote, “Adios old nonsense!”

Amen to that!

Purchased Purse’s Proper Pose. Yes. The answer is, yes, you should have a proper pose for a newly purchased purse. However, do not let that challenge keep you from the purchase! Many have acquired a new satchel and neglected finding a way to showcase its beauty. Some have even switched the contents of their old tote into the new one upon arriving at their vehicle post-shopping experience, eve while the receipt is still hot off the register! No preening or parading of the purchase was ever done. It can happen.

However, in the event you are looking for a new pocketbook and find one, you are welcome to borrow this time-trusted stance offered by my model friend, “Pristina.” It is sure to bring attention to your purse, not your midriff.

Carry on.

Writing down these thoughts would probably help? Oh how quickly those new year’s resolutions and helpful habits slide back into the past year! Today I am searching for some time to put the pen to paper again.

It’s a good day for quiet thinking. Thank you Mr. Shelley. “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Well, the best part of creating a space for a two-year old who really doesn’t care about fabric is that I had the chance to use what I already owned. It brings me great pleasure to do a craft with current supplies.

My little card table tent is comprised of an old yellow tablecloth, upholstery fabric from past dining room chairs, blanket binding from an old sewing project, and graduation “ropes” from one of the distinguished family members. I plan on attaching a few more flowers with the glue gun today, but for now, I can call this whimsy complete.

Hopefully it will provide at least ten minutes of continuous play today!

Look what I am going to do with my fabric scraps! It’s not like a sheet wouldn’t do the trick, but these are so cute and easy to sew. I’m going to channel my inner creativity and work on this project, thus avoiding taking down Christmas lights and cleaning.

I think it feeds into the “magical” theme this year. Happy Tuesday!

There were three musical groups in which I performed during high school: the school chorus, the “swing” group or whatever we were called, performing such hits as, “Feeling Groovy,” and of course, the Triple Trio.

I awoke singing “Feeling Groovy” this morning at 4:26. Though I was definitely not feeling it, I couldn’t stop thinking about the group of nine teen girls who sang and won first place ribbons at the district music contests. I don’t recall those songs at all, but we had fun, the three sopranos, mezzos and altos. Standing spindly-legged and swaying to our tunes, we apparently had lovely voices. Wouldn’t it be fun to be able to review those moments on film or phone? How geeky and gawky we were, thinking we were destined for greatness.

Now that I have a bit of caffeine under my belt I shall endeavor to feel a bit more groovy today. If I only had my favorite pair of bell-bottomed, red polka-dotted pants! I’d probably trip walking in them. They are best left in memory, too.

Look at this photo taken inside my bathroom today. It is rather magical, I’d say, and it may lead to me purloining my husband’s intention for the year.

The little fish are from my grandmother’s bathroom and remind me of childhood and the time I climbed through a window to rescue a little cousin locked in that bathroom. The rainbows are from the crystal drawer pulls I procured from the sale bin at a store, determined to convince my husband we needed them in our decor.

Every day I can see the turning of the world through the rainbow movement. Magical moments in a rather utilitarian space. I’ll look for more in 2024. (An accidental rhyme. Magical!)