.feeling a bit stretched

Do you ever get that way? I am trying to cover lots of bases in little time. No complaints, just need a few more hours in the day....or like a dozen!

You?

.style or vile?

Ok, vile would be quite the push for me, but the pitchforks made me ponder: 

Are there limits in bringing outdoor utility items inside for interior design?  Raina at If The Lamp Shade Fits is always one to make me think, and I loved her post this week. She asks if humble is the new grandeur in design and shows ripped-up feed bags made into pillows, along with many other interesting items. And as I had this image in my treasury, it seemed a good time to ask...

Style or, and if vile seems a bit dramatic, unnecessary?  Is it charming, or should you leave the pitch forks and barn broom outside?  Or is it good to have them handy to yank down and herd the kids to bed?  I'm on the fence.  Get it? Fence.  Outside. Ok.

Do tell!

(images craig kettles, If the lampshade fits)

. I like it both ways

I love a great bath or a strong shower.  It depends on my mood and need.  But I have noticed that many people prefer one over the other, and that those people can have very strong opinions on the matter.

My sister, a shower only girl, is amazed(even 70 times into this debate)that I would enjoy lying in my own dirty water via the bath. She can hardly think of anything more disgusting. When put that way, it does not seem as delightful as when I am surrounded by thousands of bubbles. Another friend can't imagine why would anyone prefer a shower over a soothing rosemary mint bath? She says people who shower live life in a rush. Hmmmmm.... I like it both ways, and if I was in a bath mood, these tubs would make my short list.

How about you? Bath, shower or both!?

.you know those days...

Do you ever have those moments?  Times when you feel in over your head.  When you feel spread a bit thin. If those days appear here, and they sometimes do, I try my best to shake them off...quickly.  One proven way is to open the back of my planner where, with well worn tape and affection, is this poem I found many years ago.  

It always makes me pause, smile, and begin to surface for air.

Blessings

occur.

Some days I find myself

putting my foot in

the same stream twice;

leading a horse to water

and making him drink.

I have a clue.

I can see the forest

from the trees.

All around me people

are making silk purses

out of sow's ears,

getting blood from turnips,

building Rome in a day.

There's a business

like show business.

There's something new

under the sun.

Some days misery

no longer loves company;

it puts itself out of its.

There's rest for the weary.

There's turning back.

There are guarantees.

I can be serious.

I can mean that.

You can quite

put your finger on it.

Come on.  Your smiling, aren't you?

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