ok you finish it... 'my two front teeth' well, at least they'd match. (maybe) I am just hoping to someday have socks that go together! That is my dream. Before the madness of my life 'set in' ... I used to be really weird about socks not matching - this slow errosion in my thinking started with my brilliant time-saving system (mentioned in an earlier blog) the famous 'sock box'. Afterall, the kids could have cared less if socks matched but for me it was different. I used to be able to tell the difference. Now I find that I've joined the masses around here. unmatched socks? who cares?! This mindset has also carried over in my kitchen - for years, we have had mismatched glasses, plates and silverwear. The potpourri of my life. The good stuff...slowly disappeared - pans used for dog bowls, silverwear used for digging in the mud outside...my knives used for whittling sticks.
Once when I had 'new' friends over, the mom said, looking at my silverwear... I think this checkered pattern fork is for the kids. I looked at her with kindness as though she had asked me if i were pregnant and said... oh, we like things mismatched and creative around here! It was a good 'spin'
Once when I had 'new' friends over, the mom said, looking at my silverwear... I think this checkered pattern fork is for the kids. I looked at her with kindness as though she had asked me if i were pregnant and said... oh, we like things mismatched and creative around here! It was a good 'spin'
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