Thursday, November 29, 2018
Lilies of the Pond
This reminded me of a short video I saw on Facebook recently, a nattily-attired gentleman who spoke of his rich aunt, with all her pretty things that she was saving for a special occasion. Then she died. He decided (age 9? I don't remember exactly) at that time to always dress for a party.
I like party clothes. Anyone who's seen me at science fiction conventions may remember my extensive collection of what I call "prom dresses." I've since trimmed my closet down, but I can still glam up with the best of them. (As long as I'm wearing comfortable shoes. No high heels for me!)
But over the years I started wearing mostly jeans & T-shirts, although I love silk & ruffles &--be still my heart!--fringe. So, in the last few weeks, I've been wearing more fun stuff. Leopard print bell bottom jeans. Silky green shirts. Necklaces. Fun clothes. A bit of glam, with the only event being "Hey, It's Today."
310. Finger through your closet. Pet some pretty clothes you haven't worn in a while. Don something fun. If the fun clothes don't fit, take them to a thrift store or a consignment store or give them to someone skinnier or fatter. Then pick up something fun for you. (My velvet black & zebra-print jacket was $6 at GoodWill...)
Posted by Laurel Winter at 7:49 PM
Saturday, November 24, 2018
|My kitchen window, with bubble wrap, plastic|
things & glass things & tambourines & pure fun.
Sun protection & privacy & lots of daily joy!
It can happen the other way, too. Goodness creep. Like when my friend Terry Garey planted flowers in her front yard on a block in South Minneapolis that had its share of degradation & crack houses. But her flowers tipped the scale & pretty soon people were painting their Victorian gingerbread & planting their own flowers & the crack houses were on their way out. Goodness, creeping bud by bud by blossom.
So, I decided to just put a couple things away & that led me to a couple more & pretty soon the place was spiffed up again.
309. Pick up something that's been bugging you. One little thing. Give yourself credit for contributing to goodness creep. (Even if you've been dancing with badness creep up until then...)
Posted by Laurel Winter at 9:40 PM
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Deliberately Delicious Decades
I start my decades on the "zero" years, so my next birthday will commence a new decade. I am anticipating great things. It is nice to end the 50s with a surge of creativity & house-in-order.
308. Think about your current decade. What could you do to bump it closer to the top fave list? More self care? Less "news" watching? More hanging out with good friends? Less hanging out with "habit" people who drain you rather than fill you? (Just say NO!)
Posted by Laurel Winter at 4:13 PM
Thursday, November 8, 2018
Hoorah, Oura (with a side of Pixel dust)
At the end of July, at Clark's first birthday party/Winter family reunion, I got an Oura ring, when Bruce & Helen got upgrades & passed theirs along. My old phone's bluetooth was not cool enough for Oura, so there it sat. But, I now have a feisty little Google Pixel 3. Apparently its bluetooth is copacetic, because the ring works just fine, telling me I sleep pretty darn well & I should get more exercise. Grin. Anyway, the phone can just sit around & wait for me to check in with it, since I don't have the compulsion to be reachable at all times...
I'm heading for my monthly poetry open mic (without a mic) tonight, reading a couple of the dozens of new poems I've written in the last few months & also a poem by Matthew Dickman, from All-American Poem, which is a completely delightful book. It was also a source of synchronicity for me, because my page-a-day quote calendar had stated: "More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year's resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers." Lovely, I thought, setting that page aside to read again, rather than chucking it into the recycling bag. A few days later, I chose a book at random from the poetry section in the library, because I was almost done with the current poetry book I was reading for the Bradbury Challenge. Grab a book, open it, read part of a poem to yay or nay it. The Yays had it. Second poem in the book: "Slow Dance." More than putting a man on the moon... How cool is that!
307. Get out some sidewalk chalk & make an ephemeral mark.
Posted by Laurel Winter at 4:52 PM
Thursday, November 1, 2018
Newvember! Little Thing Thursday! Yee Haw!
Instead, we have this lovely little spy I discovered keeping tabs on a neighborhood from a secure location which I will not disclose.
Yes, it's true, I'm back in the blogging biz, thanks to Keeper of the Tomes, who made a point to let me know my lack of posting since 2016 had been noticed. I could blame Facebook, since my cessation of blogging closely paralleled my (almost nonexistent) interaction there, but, no, it's all on me. & here I am.
Life is good. I'm still doing the Bradbury Challenge I started in January, which involves reading a short story, a poem & an essay every day & writing a short story a week. I am a little behind but wrote a killer story yesterday. Literally a killer story. Appropriate for Halloween.
This is Newvember & I am planning to blog on a weekly basis when possible.
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Almost forgot the blog alternative, what you could be doing instead of reading a blog. Imagine all the time I've saved you by not blogging for a couple years. Grin.
306. Read a short story, a poem & an essay. Writing a story of your own would be the cherry on top.
Posted by Laurel Winter at 4:12 PM
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