With Two Cats in the Yard…

I did a little snooping yesterday…I checked out my neighbor’s house…now…don’t go calling the police…I didn’t jimmy the locks…or even peep in the windows…I just found it online…yep…it’s for sale…so…I found the listing and took the virtual tour…
What I found was…it is a lovely house…filled with bold colors…striking…beautiful…but…I wouldn’t want to live there…
I want to live in my house…
I love my house…I loved it from the moment I first walked in…with one exception…the walls were camel…the entire interior with the exception of the guest bath…was painted the same color…and…while…it was a nice color…very tasteful…very sophisticated…
It just wasn’t me…
For me…color is important…I can handle plain white walls…but…beige…AKA…camel…depresses me…I knew I could live here about six months…if that…before I’d be depressed…if I left things the way they were…
I’m a pastel kind of girl…
I immediately…began planning the colors I would paint…the living room…dining room…would be a pale turquoise…bordering on blue…the color that reminds me of water…the master bed and bath…a pale coral…almost pink…the color that reminds me of sunrise…the rest of the rooms…would remain camel…honestly…that only left the kitchen…guest room…and hall…I could live with that much…
I was delighted with my choices…and amused…when a neighbor came over as I was holding up paint swatches…and proceeded to inform me…that I wouldn’t like the color…which I thought was pretty funny…considering it was the same exact color I’d been living with for two years prior and loved…I must have given her a funny look…I don’t think she’s been back…
She wasn’t the only one…when I’d show the house to someone…and tell them I was going to paint…even if they didn’t object to the colors I’d chosen…they’d ask why…it was such a lovely color already…so neutral…so chic…so…them…
I’m not sure they understood…they also didn’t sign the mortgage…
So…here I am…not neutral…not sophisticated…not chic…but…I love my house…I love the colors that I chose…they suit me…they make me happy…
And…believe it or not…Bertha…says…it’s part of living my truth…honoring who I am…honoring what I need…who would have thought…paint color…could do all that…
Jane

This Little Piggy…Lost Its Toe Ring…

But…it still ate some pie…
After all…it was a piggy…
Funny…how much of my identity is connected to a 2mm silver band on the second toe of my left foot…it’s just who I am…I’m the woman who wears a toe ring…doesn’t matter if no one sees it…I know it’s there…
My daughter thinks it’s gross…I don’t care…it’s just who I am…
I don’t think I’m trying to set a fashion statement…and definitely not a social statement…I just like it…it’s just who I am…I’ve worn one for about 15 years…I don’t feel quite like me without one…
I think the reason I love a toe ring…is that it isn’t always changing beyond my control…like my graying hair…like my wrinkles…my weight…yes…maybe I could control it…but this is my blog…so I’ll say I can’t
A toe ring is my constant…my reminder of who I am at my core…still young at heart in an aging body…
The first one lasted the longest…almost 12 years…including slipping off at the beach…and being found the next day by some nice man with a metal detector…it finally slipped off…when I was doing yard work work…shortly after I moved in this house…never to be seen again…
The second one lasted almost 2 years…it slipped off during a pedicure and the guy ran over it with his chair…crunch…he didn’t even apologize…or offer to pay for it…I never went back…
Number three has the shortest track record yet…less than a year…I just noticed that it wasn’t there when I went to bed last night…I checked under the sheets…in socks…under sofa cushions…but…I fear it’s down the drain…literally…
I’ll give it a few days…before I order a new one…just in case this one still shows up…in the meantime…
Oh me…oh my…
I could cry…
But…I think I’ll eat more pie…
Jane