I met my husband Jack 10 years ago. He is an antique dealer, sculptor and photographer and a really good guy. One big issue (not by any means the only one!) we had (still have at times) when we first started making a home together was our taste in furnishings. I love antiques, but I also love comfort (and I have never found a 19th century sofa that I can snuggle up on for more than 10 minutes). Every time we would look for furnishings together, if it wasn’t an antique, Jack would say that it didn’t fit.
I found this little flower at the thrift store yesterday and it made me happy to look at, so I bought “her” and brought her home and wrapped her around the base of our 19th century wrought iron hand forged lamp. She does not fit…. and that is one of the reasons that I like her so much.
I like surprises in life…maybe one out of every 50 people who have come into our home have commented on the lamp. Don’t get me wrong, it is beautiful. But does it make me (or others) happy to look at? Does it make me smile? Did I risk looking (God forbid) silly having it in my home? No.
So happy day to you all from me and my fuzzy, silly friend!
p.s. When Jack got home last night and saw her he said, “Well that is kind of cute!”…miracles do happen if we believe!!!!