vignette.
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as classier, date, deposit, Excuse, gaze, hard time, idea, leather stitching, mom, packing tape, purse, random things, store, stranger, strap, tape, vignette, vintage store
So I have this purse.
Yeah, this one.
And it’s very old.
It’s falling-apart-old.
It was old when I got it in a vintage store in LA.
The strap has already broken off, so I replaced it with a strap from another purse that I love.
But that doesn’t help the fact that the leather stitching is undone in many places.
And since I was tired of having random things fall out of my purse, despite the fact that it wasn’t open, I safety pinned it.
See?
But before I came up with that classy idea, my mom taped it for me.
With, um, packing tape.
Even classier, I think.
Is that even possible?
Anyway, one of my favorite exchanges with a stranger in NYC to date happened at the bank and involved this purse.
I was slowly walking out of the bank, having just made a deposit, and wasn’t quite looking where I was going, so almost ran into someone.
I looked up, said excuse me, and saw the man focused on my purse.
My taped together, jerry-rigged mismatched strap purse.
He looked at the purse a little longer, looked to me briefly, then back at the purse before he said:
“You have a hard time letting go, don’t you?”
I followed his gaze to my purse and couldn’t do anything but agree.
And, gosh, who needs therapy when one runs into strangers like that?
little thoughts and stuff.
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as aspects of life, beach, beautiful thing, concert, floppy hat, frog, going to the beach, highlight, hole in the middle, home, hornet sting, jet setter, last hurrah, lums pond state park, pillow, Pond, rock, time, transcendent, ukelele
I came home tonight to find a small figurine of a frog doing an upward dog on a rock that says PEACE wrapped delicately and sitting on my pillow.
My sister-in-law Darby knows me, and it’s a beautiful thing to be known.
Well, to be known and loved, I should say. That is a startlingly beautiful thing, indeed.
Tonight, The Paper Janes played an outdoor concert at Lums Pond State Park and, mid-song, I was struck with gratitude. That I get to sing. That people listen. That I am not so busy surviving as to have no time for the transcendent aspects of life. That I can be a part of this thing called music. I love it and I’m grateful and singing makes me feel alive.
Singing reminds me that I’m glad I’m alive.
“I’m loving my life lately,” I told my friend while sitting across from him during dinner tonight.
It’s certainly not perfect. And there are some situations I get into that highlight my imperfections, well, perfectly. But I guess I’m happily and eagerly alive. And being alive is messy. We produce lovely things and we produce waste. You can’t really have one without the other, I guess.
And tomorrow I’m going to the beach in New York with some friends. They insist it’s time I go. So, okay. I love to
be near water and I love to let the ocean encourage me, which is the general effect it has on my soul. It also makes my skin softer, so score.
And what better week to go to a Long Island beach than shark week?
I’m bringing my ukelele. And a large floppy hat. I think I’m pretty set.
Except I have a few questions. Okay, I have a LOT of questions, but I’ll end with just two:
–somebody who flies all the time is called a jet-setter; what are you called when you find yourself on a bus more
often than not?
And
–when does a hornet sting expire? It’s been since Friday night and this thing is still itchy and swollen with what looks to be a hole in the middle of it. I’m hoping today was it’s last hurrah. I’d rather not take it to the beach with me, you know?
representing.
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as Christmas, King, king rat, Latshaws, nobody, nutcracker, Rat, sdfsdfsd, Somebody, year
Two of the three Latshaws who represented in the Nutcracker this year. Nobody got me a King Rat Nutcracker, though (unlike a small somebody I know). There’s always Christmas, I suppose.
birthday
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings, Uncategorized
as baby, bright stars, chocolate covered strawberries, covenants, death knell, Don, door, everyone, final death, God, gun two, heart, Jess, Josh, kind, life, million pieces, mom, night sky, ocean, right, someone, trash can, world
I don’t even understand how this works. I mean, we learn our lessons experientially, right? Someone walks outside and they see the ocean and then they tell everyone they meet that the world is very wet with a surface that never does stay still, it’s so busy swelling and upturning. Or they look up and [...]
I will not live a hungry existence.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings, Uncategorized
as America, day, ferry, Japan, Mount Fuji, nothing, one eyed willie, peg leg, point space, right, something, Willie, working in japan
When I was working in Japan, my friends and I decided to take a day and travel a little loop around Mount Fuji. And I will not get into the magic that made that day so vibrant, but I will tell you that around midday I found myself very very hungry. It was right before [...]
interesting.
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as butter dish, Christine, christmas ballet, classic christmas, couple, erin, funny quote, game, hand, little ballerina, man, Martin, martin guitars, pennsylvania, Performance, Pocket, spider eggs, time, today
A couple of things stand out from today. I was introduced to a man this afternoon and when I tried to shake his hand, he told me that he doesn’t shake hands with ladies. I quickly put the offending hand out of sight within my pocket but didn’t mind so much because it was cold [...]
so sing your story; sing it until it goes from here to better and then sing about how it’s good
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings, Uncategorized
as beginning, content, finality, fragments, God, heart, hell, hell hath no fury, journal, journals, kind, life, little girls, million pieces, million years, nightmares, peek, post, scor, trusting god
At the beginning of each new journal I often wonder about the content that will fill its pages. Sometimes I would even like a peek at it. I don’t anymore. I’d rather live hoping for the best. I’d rather live being shocked at the worst. I’d rather live trusting God to handle both. To handle [...]
