I needed new slippers. For a long time. I finally got a pair. AND I need to discard the old ones.
The old pair had gotten ratty and ripped in spots, but well broken-in and comfortable, even though the soles cracked off over a year ago.
The new ones are so clean – they need to be broken in, I guess.
I’m looking longingly at the old ones. Surely they’ve some wear in them left……?
Just throw them out already, right?
Did you ever struggle with discarding something you’ve had a long time?
Krista Stevens at WordPress challenged bloggers this week with this prompt “Have you ever felt like the world was being a bit too rowdy? Where things and people were pushing in, crowding out your quiet thoughts — the ones that need time and space to surface?” Yes, Krista, yes.
My number one Happy Place? cuddling a grandchild in my arms, getting them to smile or the growing up grandchildren sitting next to me on the couch, reading a book or playing a game. Laughing with grandchildren is the best.
And there’s the knitting I go to-another happy place- a form of meditation, the repetition- but this post shows my kitchen where I can ward off winter chills (or autumn chills) and feel all is right in the world. (Even if it’s not.)
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Friends joined me for tea, even though they weren’t in Pittsburgh.
You can see out the kitchen back door window to the back porch and garage, the bare trees. The shortest day of light. Winter officially here.
Two dear friends in KY sent a shipment of fancy English muffins and the Fed Ex man delivered them Wednesday afternoon. It seemed a good time to split one, toast it and spread some butter (with my Grandmother’s silver butter knife) and spoon some apricot preserves.
Went to fire up the kettle to brew tea but I’d burned the kettle dry on Monday so boiled a pot of water to make the tea. Pulled out the camera on the phone to capture the scene
Oranges were on sale 10 for $2 today and lately they were almost a dollar apiece.
A faithful blog reader in Virgina, C, (and best friend of a my good friend J in Omaha) made me the little quilted mug mat last year and it was J who gave me the lidded butter dish another year. The Botanic Garden mug matches my mother’s cereal bowls.
I was home alone but in the presence of friends and family remembered. Finding the joy of winter. My neighbor called to report a vibrant rainbow spotting and perhaps I could photograph it. i went outside and it was still raining and saw the colored arch across the street. I photographed it but it didn’t make the cut for posting but i appreciate when people see something and I come to mind. There was thunder and lightning, too.
Yes, that is a stack of woven potholders on the left counter top.
Last week’s challenge. I think the idea of the weekly challenge is to accomplish it in the week it is presented. I am LATE.
Comfort is so individual. It came to mind when I got home from school today and wanted to make comfort food for supper. Pulled out the lone can of Campbell’s tomato soup from the pantry shelf and added a can of milk. Stirred it with a whisk over the gas flame. Yes, I know it has too much sugar and salt in it. Some taste of childhood perhaps speaks to me. I put shreds of extra sharp cheddar in the bottom of the bowl and pour the hot soup on top. Not to mention the grilled cheese sandwich to accompany it, grilled in the cast iron skillet. A slice of cheddar and a slice of swiss. Pepperidge Farm White Bread. We are talking comfort here. And it was that loaf that inspired the menu too. (thanks Steve for that) Or maybe the upcoming field trip to the Warhol museum with the eighth graders this Thursday brought the can of soup to mind! Oh, the school day disappeared in the warmth of the soup, the melted gooey cheese with the toasty grilled buttery bread. Life is good. One fast shot with the trusty iPhone (Old model, no line for me) before savoring the simple comfort on a chilly autumn afternoon. And J remember the woman who used to come and help you in Kentucky and you’d make her a grilled cheese for lunch and she’d ask you to “burn it a little!”. She came to mind as I tried to NOT burn the bread. Dessert was a Farmer’s Market new apple, sliced and cored and three gingersnaps. What is your comfort food?
