drizzle. clover decorated puddles; the "real" irish kind. there must be a shamrock in there somewhere, buried under mounds of bright green leaves. a puppy, suddenly rat-like and skinny under his wet coat. there is a crispy fallish tone in everything. under running yorkie feet, splashing through the yard. in my carefree house clothes, spattered with mud; yelling encouragement to my "baby", not caring what the neighbors think as we chase a giant frisbee. twice the size as nick, his tiny furry self flies along to catch it; jumping into potential danger, paying little heed to my scolding."mr. bingley", the shy, mysterious young man who just moved in. each time he passes on his bike, anna teases, "smile at mr. bingley jane, smile at mr. bingley!" ah, sisters. they are everywhere indoors, FIVE of them - some "helping" with nick while the older ladies bustle about in a frenzy of scissors, piles of fabric, and thread. civil war ball gowns. not exactly perfect, rose and buttercup satin; coming together at last, elegant, making us feel like queens. pinterest. an addicting blogger paradise, taking up hours of time between sewing and puppy-chasing. i think i'm in love. this, i've noticed, is one of my favorite bloggy phrases. because i'm random. colder weather. leather gloves, knee-length boots; cozy sweaters and long, brightly colored knee-high socks. coffee. one of heaven's greatest gifts. there is simply no life without it, especially when drunk before a pinterest-happy screen. new blog title. it celebrates the pearls of thought i scatter throughout this blog; little nothings. . .i hope you like it.
"thank goodness air and salvation are still free. . .and so is laughter."
- Anne of the Island
*note* that i am super busy with a big event i'm planning; i may not blog for a week at least. for now, please keep leaving comments. . .oh, and if you want me to follow your blog (as some voted in the poll,) i will gladly do so. . .but you have to leave a link. ;) i can't follow you if i don't know who you are! toodle pip.