Well, not sure if I can say I was legally 'tagged', but I wanna play! I wanna play! (jumping up & down in whiny voice). After reading Dani's blog earlier today, where she'd been tagged by Andrea I decided to play too. The task: to find the little thingies around the house that make your heart go 'aaaah' in some form or another. My dilemma (or so I thought) was gonna be what to pick as my favourites. I am known as bonafide packrat and clutterqueen so I didn't think there'd be a problem finding anything, yet there was. I have lots of shit everywhere but nothing that 'endeared' me so much until I really thought about it. The kool thing was that I didn't even have to walk around looking for things cause while I actually used my brain, it was E-Z to decide what I loved to see every day. Here they are:
Funky little keychain holder thingy - see the hooks? Nope? It's magic!! It is so simple yet I love hanging my keys on it every time we come in.
These are some flowers my kids made for me. They have been propped up in the window since March. I love them.
My rooster!! Gotta love my rooster as he sits behind my kitchen sink. He was purchased for me by me from sale table at Pier 1.
These colourful little vases sit atop our built-in shelves. They were a gift from a special friend (Hi Snack Mommy!) when she came from far away to visit me. I miss her.
These are two items that bring to me warm and fuzzy feelings. The classy lady was a gift from two very dear lifelong friends for my (oops, er, ahem) practice marriage. I do not look at the reason for the gift, but rather who it is from and what it relfects. The teddy is Johann (Yo-hann). We bought him on our hiking in the Austrian Alps honeymoon. He came from a nun selling him on the side of the road. I do not share him with my kids, he is mine. And finally,
I love this shit. A sweet little reminder like a dollar store garbage truck surrounded by nothing in the living room. This is my reminder that I am where I have always wanted to be, at home with my kids. This is their home too and don't ever want them to feel otherwise. To some, this sorta thing may seem like an interruption or a mess, not me.