Friday, December 19

joyful thriftstore update ...

on weds, Our #4 had an interview for a job at the new thriftstore opening up in the town next door. this is tres exciting and even more so to arrive home and find a message saying could he come back on monday for a second interview! he is thinking he may be a shelf stacker, i am thinking he may be tres good at that, what with being 6' 2". both him and myself are a little giddy about the thought of him having a job at a thrift store. 
all fingers, toes, paws and claws are crossed here in mossy shed.

on saturday a most magnificent couch found me, it found me when i was least expecting it and truth be told, as i am magically tidying up forever and ever it was most inconvenient that she should catch my eye and tug at my heart. upon close inspection with my adopted auntie, her man, Our #4 and my reluctant man it was all agreed a couch such as this is a rare find indeedy!

twenty four hours later and a lot of convincing on my behalf, the most magnificent couch was loaded into the back of the car, strapped in for safety to lessen the worry of her ending up on the side of the freeway, she came home to mossy shed. 

my first intentions were for her to live outdoors under the overhang, waiting for warmer weather, and little green friends to start keeping her company. i was smitten by her wood sides, fabby fabric and could see the potential if i dared to start to mess around with her skirts. 

after one night outside i began to fret for my newly found friend, for damp and cold can play havoc with our health and that of furniture left out back round here. upon arrival home from work the next day, i told my man i felt it would be a wrong doing to leave her out there, my man agreed it would and so in she came from the cold.

fortunately my magical tidying up has left many gaps in our shed, but on the other hand, the whole point of my magical tidying up was to make gaps and to breath and not fill those lovely empty gaps up again. i must confess i was a little fretful my 'new~to~me, old~to~another' couch would cause me to feel overwhelmed as she filled in a rather large gap in my atelier of sorts, 

but my fretting ways were soon cast aside when she sat there resplendent in her little corner. i asked "do you bring me joy?" as per my magical tidying up book, my couch sung out loud and clear "i do oh yes i do"
i covered her seat cushions in one of two beautiful lace bed throws i also found on saturday's thrift store pottle, i wonder if they came from the same donator, for both appear to be quite at home together as though they are old friends

and as i stepped back, pondering her skirts, i felt nothing but joy to see her there,
waiting patiently for a moment in this busy week for me to sit with a cup of mint tea and continue upon my path of enlightenment, this time with Louise Hay

Monday, December 15

wise little piggies ...

last christmas,
 Mister Muchly went to see Santa.

he asked Santa for a friend
it took a little while for Santa to work his magic
but in Spring a friend was found

this christmas,
Mister Muchly suggested to his trusty sidekick
Twiglet Piglet,
she might like to go and see Santa 

(waiting patiently for the car ride into town)
and so they did.

however neither Mister Muchly
nor Twiglet Piglet 
were fooled by this year's Santa
pointing out he did not look
old enough to drive a sleigh.
Mister Muchly was so not convinced
he tried on several occasions
to remove his beard
before being tackled into a safe grip by 'Santa'

upon perusal of the photo,
i am thinking they are quite wise little piggies

Friday, December 12

the kindest thing i did for myself this week ...

 was finish reading

if perchance you too are on the path to self awareness
or maybe you are right at the start 
not quite knowing which way to turn
i do not think you could go wrong
with picking this book up 
and starting right at the beginning.
when i read books such as these
i always start at the very beginning,
never jumping in at random pages
for i believe each chapter builds on the previous one
and quite often, 
actually more than often
i have to pause for thought,
reread and then continue.
and more often than not
i get to the end
and know i will need to reread the whole thing
just to clarify i read what was there
and not what i thought was there.

the back of our loo door is full of wise words
i have gleamed from books 
over the past three years.
however the daily reminder
i gleamed from Brene Brown's book
will not be on the back of the door
but on the kitchen wall
to remind me each and every day
how far i have come,
of where i am now
and how muchly further i have to go 
in this enlightening, 
tricky dicky at times, 
journey of mine

i said this was the kindest thing i had done for myself this week
it was a fib,
it turns out to be the kindest thing i have done for myself all year.