(new art for my walls from my sweet sister)
I haven't a proper post because I was scouring the beach for driftwood and cutting paper feathers out of old Anthropologie catalogs. Oh, and doing a load of wash while watching Mary and Matthew have their proper fairy tale engagement. Phone calls with parents. Cooking of dinner. Talks with old friends. Plus, working a full 8 hours cleaning the gym, sweeping floors, answering phones, opening and distributing mail and having a long discussion about fashion with a highly intelligent kindergartener.
Life is funny, sometimes, in the things that make it up. Bits and bobs of randomness that string together to make our days. Little moments of seeming unimportance. Usually they fly by at such a rapid pace that we don't have a moment to sit in the wonder of their ordinary existence. I know I can end days thinking "today was so ordinary and boring".
But is there really such a thing?