You are often running late.  You stay up too late and eat too many snacks after dinner.  And yet, when you get there and throw your jacket on the coat rack, people can’t help but recognize the arrival.

Today I woke my love from one of his dreams and asked him to help in zipping me up.  He smiled at me without the assistance of his minus-6 lenses and said “well, don’t you look like a sexy basket” and honestly, I really did feel as if that was exactly what I was. 

This beautious has been hiding in my to repair pile for years.  I recently darned her with the help of the sewing machine I received for X-mas and clearly, there is nothing stopping us now.

Before the seams gave way the first time, I wore my orange lady out to an afternoon bridal shower.   A dear friend, upon my late arrival declared… you look like someone farted you from the past… I liked that, and the more I think about it, the truer it seems.