Ten Things of Thankful #102

I feel like I should do better intros to these things – does that make sense? After all, we’re all about thankfulness in the midst of joy, adversity, the busyness and the sheer bloody BORINGNESS of everyday life, and yet so often I forget to mention, right at the start, how important it is to REMEMBER to be thankful. I’m thankful for thankfulness because it often saves me from becoming ridiculous, and if it doesn’t do that, then at least it reminds me to buck my ideas up and pay attention to the good things and good people in my life.
Here’s to thankfulness, in all its glitterysparklygoodness.
Have You Got Glitter

 

Here’s to getting it right this time, and making it ABUNDANTLY clear what’s going on. It’s not YOU, I’m almost 99%definitely sure. It’s ME! I somehow miscommunicated the simple incredibly easy blindingly obvious COMPETITION TO MAKE A NEW TToT BUTTON.

Allow me to try again: in light of the fact that we are now beyond 100 weeks, and have had the same (pretty, not tired-at-all) banner for each of those 100…I want YOU to make (and decide) a new one for us. Make a button (use the current b/g if you want) and then upload it into the linkie RIGHT HERE. Then come back during next weekend’s TToT and vote for your three favourites.

Kapische?

I do hope this VERYSTREMELYOBVIOUS share garners a leeeeettle more attention this time around πŸ˜‰

Onward to my Ten, and this week, a photo collection inspired by Piper (who said she was inspired by me, so really I’m either self-inspired or utterly uncertain about what I’m doing) who nominated me to share my ’10-in-a-box’ – ten of the things in my house which make me happy or hold some significance for me. At the end I’ll nominate a couple of people and they nominate others and so on, and then we all get to have a bit of a nosey inside each others’ houses and learn a bit about what matters to us all. It’s a lovely idea.

No further ado to get adone, and HERE I GOOOOO!

BlankieStarting at the VERY beginning, like, pre-birth, one of my great aunties on my Dad’s side crocheted this blankie for me. There are pictures of baby-me snuggled under it in my pram, and it was my comfort every night once I got old enough to become properly attached to it. I used to sleep with my fingers curled into it as I dropped off, and it came on every holiday as an integral part of my packing. Then I grew up (a bit) and it has since lived in boxes and chests of drawers in various bedrooms, but never far away. It *may* have found its way back into my bed in recent weeks…

Happy ThoughtsI collected things as a kid – pencils, keychains, coins, bits of broken pottery I dug out of the vegetable patch…and marbles. I used to try to find a new marble everywhere I went. They are beautiful, shinybright, sensual, aesthetically pleasing blobs of loveliness, and all of them were grist to my mill. I liked to hold them to the light and see the world turned to bright distortion through different hues of glass. I liked to feel the bumps and runches of the volcanoes and the chinas; the sumptuous size of the grandfathers and grandmothers; the vivid colour of the cat’s eyes and pearlies; and the surprising weight and shine of the steelies. They are my happy thoughts and remind me of simpler times. And they’re pretty.

When we are oldFive years into our friendship, Soulie and I celebrated The Big 21 – Turning Into Adults!!! Even then we knew we would be little olds together, whatever the rest of life may bring. The poem is already rendered obsolete by my lack of children and his realisation that he would be a little old man, not a little old lady, but the rest stands. We will certainly grow old disgracefully, and try to enjoy the most and best of life that we can, and still be friends.

ScrabbleAn absolute ESSENTIAL of my family – Scrabble has been played by Mum, WonderAunty and my dear Grandad, since fuh-EVAH, and if I don’t get my fix once a week, I begin to get itchy for tiles. I’ve slowly risen up the ranks and can now hold my own against Mum. WonderAunty can beat me hollow, and even she couldn’t often beat my Grandad. The tradition lives on, and I hope always will – the Scrabble board is where we gather, we chat…and sometimes play on our phone whilst our opponent takes a RIDONKULOUSLY long time to make their play.

Grandad OwlAncient Chinese Proverb says “Sometimes people die”, and sometimes they’re people you love very much and who taught you a lot about *twinklysparkliness* and Being Evacuated and Cheating At Races and Cycling From London To Brighton and Being A Fireman and Getting Sung To Sleep and just, in general, being knowledgeable and kind and completelydamnfantastic. Sometimes those people die, and it’s sad. Sometimes those people die and they leave a hole ripped into the fabric of the family which never gets filled, but eventually gets tapestried over with new threads each time the someone is brought into conversation or remembered fondly, or one of their stories is re-told, or a song re-sung. Sometimes you sit in the dark and the quiet, one hand on each nearly-sleeping form of Niece and Neff, softly lullabying them with tunes you learned from one of the most profound influences of your world – a man you knew as ‘Dandan’ even when he dressed up as Santa – a man you will treasure forever, for having known.

He was a wise old bird, my Grandad – our Lovely Lenny Blue-Eyes.

FroggieThis guy’s tiny. And probably worthless, except I found him one day in an antique shop and absolutely fell in love with him. I’ve always loved frogs and would spend endless summer hours on my belly by the pond, watching them, plunging my arms into the weed-strewn murk to try to catch them, holding tadpoles and rescuing the silly froglets who got stuck to hot rocks in the sun. I love their little damp skins and their wide smiles. I love their golden eyes and their hoppityness. I love how the surface of the water presses upwards over their snub noses, as they warily eye the surface for marauding herons (or children – whatevs). I love that they stick out their tongues to eat, and they sometimes sit and stare at you, nestled in the warmth of your waterlogged palm, until you make an incautious move and they fling themselves away, landing with a PLOP! ready to be caught again.

He also reminds me of #KissingTheFrog, which (if you missed it) is a highly recommended passtime, and I recommend you try it with someone really skilled, like Sandy (though quite frankly she’d spoil you for anyone else because she’s so-oooo-OOOOooo good at it)

Birthday candle holderThis delectable glasslet came from a gorgeous weekend away celebrating WonderAunty’s [significant not telling you which one] birthday at a GORRGEOUS posh hotel, where we ate sumptuous food and had long, beachy walks, and just enjoyed BEING together. It was also the first time I got drunk on champagne, which might have something to do with it, but mostly it’s cos WonderAunty and how incredibly awesome she is.

BookshelvesOkay, so I’m being slightly loose with the rules (when has that fazed me before? Pfft! I laugh in the face of rules!) and posting my BOOKSHELF. Because books. And shelves. And shelves full of books. And most especially shelves full of books in my home. BUT the shelves also hold school pics of Niece and Neff, and they’re next to (also too big for a box) my AMAZING PAINTING I got in Cornwall, shortly after receiving enough inheritance money to buy it, once I’d fallen in love with it and found that leaving it behind in the gallery made me Very Sad, and the thought of someone else taking it away made me a bit angry. Sometimes people die and then they leave you a way by which you can remember them always, and the light and colour they brought to your life.

WishletSometimes in a lifetime, if you’re lucky, you get to meet someone (even if you don’t quite ‘meet’ them at first (until September, anyways)) and you discover that for whatever reason and however it happens, you fall quite hopelessly in friends, and if you’re super, SUPER lucky, they fall back. Sometimes that person might gradually become someone you trust (especially if you’re given to loving too fast and trusting too slow) and at various points they might send you Deep and Meaningful things, which let you know about Real and Proper.

I spent so much of my life without friends, that when they happen for keeps, it’s a stilling and wonderful thing. I am lucky, because I have such wonderful people in my life who I get to keep.

Books by friendsBOOKS! Not just any books, but books by PEOPLE I KNOW.

GOOD books. Like, books I would have on my bookshelves regardless, but I KNOW THE AUTHORS. And that is a shiver of utter delight every time I think of it.

The other delightful thing is that most of these ^^^ are signed copies JUST FOR ME.

Oh, layer upon layer of book-nerd-ecstacy! I love that these In Real books are holdable, smellable, flick-through-the-pagesable…I adore the very essence of their bookish nature. They make me very happy indeed.

SO…who to nominate!

If they haven’t already been tagged, I’m going to throw Dana, Crystal, Chrissy and Jesi under this particular bus.

And as for YOU – get your thankful going, and your buttons making, and have a great weekend.

 

 

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123 thoughts on “Ten Things of Thankful #102

  1. Love this post so much, Lizzi! I have a little stuffed doggie that has still slept with me after I got married, and I’m not ashamed of that fact! This little doggie has been my best friend throughout a difficult childhood, has soaked up so many of my tears, always listened. It’s so fragile now that I’m scared to have the little doggie in my bed, but it’s still sitting right next to my bed, and I’m proud to have it there! I hope you have a wonderful week!!

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  2. Books, friends, marbles, and Scrabble. Ohmigosh…I love Scrabble and boardgames in general!
    Ooh, when you get together with friends next time, there’s this new game called “Cards for Humanity” or something like that. Anyways, if you don’t have it in the UK, just google it, their website will come up and you can make it yourself. Supposedly many of my friends just LOVE this game. So…there ya go. πŸ™‚

    Have I told you how much I love your writing? How much it makes me think I’m walking through a meadow finding rocks made of sparkly mica, with iridescent flowers glistening with dew? Your writing is like that for me. Or I could say it’s like smooth butter dripping on to my favorite freshly popped popcorn with a drizzle of caramel and a hint of vanilla. I have such a sweet tooth, but seriously, those things just “go” together. Meadows:flowers as caramel:popcorn. Why in the world do I make such an analogy? Because your words just “go together” like something so irresistible you can’t help but read. I love coming over here and “hanging out” though the last year I haven’t been able much…

    I hope I can change that because I so enjoy the way you think! HUGS

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    • That’s a truly, truly GORGEOUS compliment, thank you Cyndi πŸ™‚ I love it. You started my day with a HUGE grin there.

      CAH is one we know and LOVE. It’s hilarious. I recommend it to anyone with a good sense of the ridiculous, who isn’t easily offended.

      YES COME BACK MORE πŸ˜€ I miss you

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  3. “Books by people I know”… This has a rather poignant meaning for me. It’s part of what went into “disappearance #2”. Sigh…

    Still, I get it. And I hope someday to amass a great number of books by people I know! I know so many talented writers – even if they don’t think of themselves as writers, you know? (I’m looking at you Pippa!) I’m hoping many of them will give up the pretense of not being “real writers” and start churning out the books.

    Until then, I will just have to suffice with eBooks.

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    • Scrabble’s great – I played again last night (as per family tradition) against mum and Vince, and won by a mere 5 points! πŸ˜€

      You’re welcome for the linkup – it’s an awesome community we have here.

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    • It makes a huge difference, and is especially helpful when I least want to do it. It’s proven a world-saving (not the *whole* world, you understand – just my bit) discipline, and I won’t give it up in a hurry. If you fancy joining us, it’s on every weekend πŸ™‚

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    • Ahhh GOOD! And thank you for tagging me – this was really fun. The frog’s a little beauty, isn’t he? And yes – I regularly lose my marbles so it’s kind of a comfort to know I have a jarful, should I need them at any point πŸ˜‰

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  4. pictures and words…a look into a world.

    very nicely done.

    (this is 87% of the reason I stay in the external virtual world* to be permitted to see a person’s world)

    *as opposed to the internal virtual world**

    ** yeah, this extra footnote is for the general reading public in-necessary for you and, pretty much any clark out there

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  6. What a beautiful post of poignant memories. I noticed there are a few pieces of glassware, and how you talked of the light in the marbles. I love the coloured shadows glass casts, little rainbows dancing on the wall. Please, please, show a pic of your painting. It took me 15 years to spend a small amount of money we found in his wardrobe; I bought a print of a place which meant something to us.

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    • Ohhh light in glass is just BEAUTIFUL. I have a crystal as well, which hangs in the window and sometimes casts rainbows around the walls, and I LOVE that. It feels magical.

      Will you do this? I want to see your print. And YES I will show you a pic of the painting somehow πŸ™‚

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  7. Such a wonderful TToT post full of love and light, Lizzy!! One could just feel your caring for each of these ten things, and it made me smile all the way through. Growing up long ago, we girls had a bag of marbles just like the boys did, played with them on the playground at recess, and admired them as you do, one by one. What a treasure your blanket it is, how wonderful to still have it to snuggle with now! Surely by this point it is love holding those stitches together! ❀

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    • I think you could be right – though whatever she used is very tough! I love that it has lasted so long and still survives. It’s had a lot of love over the years.

      I used to take marbles into school. We used to play on the lids of the drains, and use the bumps in the metal to help or hinder our efforts. It was always a sad day when I came home with fewer marbles than I arrived with, though.

      I really do care about them, which also bugs me because I know they’re just STUFF, but it’s what, and more importantly, WHO they represent.

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  8. I love your frog. He looks like a critter I found to take home with me. And your stack of books. I always have one going at my bedside. I go through them slowly, a few pages at night before sleep — but I love them. And glitter definitely suits you!

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    • I’ve been sleeping with my books lately – the nightstand is full and the other side of the bed is not, so…lol
      Thanks for the nice. And I want to see your frog now – was it a real one or a (dunno, would this be a figurine?)

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    • Heheh I thought you’d like hearing a little about Lenny Blue Eyes. He has an owl on his memorial stone, cos he was a wise old bird πŸ™‚

      I’m glad you like knowing a little more about what matters to me πŸ™‚

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  9. Look at both of us with our crocheted granny square quilts. Not surprisingly at all, you have lots of little treasures that hold way more significance than their size would suggest. As do I. I really can’t tell what that picture is the the infinity. Maybe it’s just of the infinity? I’m guessing from Ms. Teliho. πŸ™‚

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  10. ‘BOOKS! Not just any books, but books by PEOPLE I KNOW.

    GOOD books. Like, books I would have on my bookshelves regardless, but I KNOW THE AUTHORS. And that is a shiver of utter delight every time I think of it.’

    Next to #kissingthefrog this was my favorite part. Probably because I have that same shelf in my own house and I LOVE IT!

    All of your wonderful things that bring you happiness and are important to you are fantastic. I love the owl and, obviously, the frog. I wish I were better at Scrabble. I love the game but haven’t played enough to get good at it.

    Lovely post this week, EG, and I am anxiously awaiting my box!

    XX, DA

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    • Well it was sent….sometime this week so I guess MAYBE next week, if we’re lucky πŸ™‚ I hope you like it. I think you will πŸ™‚

      Do you Words with Friends? That’s not a bad Scrabble alternative, and fun to play.

      YES to us knowing the same authors and having identical bookshelves.

      And OHMIGOSHYES to #KissingTheFrog πŸ˜‰

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  11. I love seeing all your trinkets and treasures! That is a great idea to get a glimpse into what you look at every day. I’m going to make a button or two later today, I am!

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  12. I too used to collect everything when I was younger! Every, every, everything actually.
    Books are great gifts, and what a great thing that you get good books from people you know! Signed!! I understand your happiness completely!

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  13. I utterly adore this. And you. When I was student teaching, this was one of the projects my cooperating teacher had for her students, and so I got to do a speech in front of teenagers about my box of important things. And so I shall do it for you. Because you’re a dear and I think you are perfectly lovely.

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    • Ohhhh you know how to say things to make me feel all glowy THANK YOU! I’m very much looking forward to your presentation (and not just because I’m nosy and know that you have a tendency to glitter things!)

      Bless your boots πŸ˜€

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    • Last summer (wow…was it really so recently?) Husby and mum and I took Niece and Neff on holiday, and one of the places we visited was a wildlife park, where you could buy feathers from their peacocks at the ticket kiosk, so because they’re beautiful, we did. I stuck them in the bookshelf as a temporary measure to keep them safe while we were unpacking, and then we kind of liked the effect and just kept them there, like banner reminders of that lovely time.

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  15. Such wonderful things here. I love this post so much. Marbles are indeed wonderful. I particularly like that one with the red and green sworls I see in there – quite unique.
    Playing the distraction and procrastination game tonight…off to finish and link.

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    • I procrastinated – that was why Dyanne ended up haranguing me for the codes – I was busy doing a hundred things at once and having a LOVELY time not really progressing with any of it, and then I forgot the codes lol.

      I LOVE that marble. Well. I love all of them. But I do love how striking and beautiful that one is πŸ™‚ I also like the clear blue ones which make little blue sparks of light on the ground when you sit them in sunshine.

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  16. I love your excellent list of special things, Lizzi! Especially the beautiful blankie. My mom kept and apparently treasured one of the chenille baby blankets that had once been mine. It’s cream-colored and all kinds of soft, and when my mom passed away I found it carefully wrapped up in one of her dresser drawers. I took it back and now hold it especially close sometimes when I’m really missing her. It seems that no matter what age we are, blankies and their special memories can be so very comforting. So glad you’re re-enjoying yours. πŸ™‚

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    • Ohhhh that’s a beautiful and slightly heartbreaking story, Marcia! I love that she kept it so, so carefully for you. I bet she held it too, and thought of what you mean to her. I feel all heartachey and raw with that, but what a lovely memory and a lovely object to have.

      Yes…good…I’m glad to know that a blankie is allowed to matter at any age. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story of your own there ❀

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  17. Yes, these things are all lovely and the way you luxuriate in them is gorgeous, and the way your photos catch so many of them with the light so strikingly beautiful, splayed across these objects d’art, but why is no one talking about THE SULTRY POUTY PICTURE OF YOU WITH YOUR GLITTERY LIPS?!!!

    Frogs and marbles and books- of course we’re friends. What is that pretty box you’re holding, in the photo above the paragraph about Beth?

    Remind me to write about Beth. There are never too many mentions of Beth. xxo

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    • Never too many mentions of Beth? Nope *grins* She’s magic.

      The box is the back of a painting – A B. Teliho ORIGINAL oil (because when it comes to art I am surprisingly snobbish and originals make my wholeself happy (you notice I managed to get an orig into my ‘box’ as a sideshoot from the bookshelf…oyyy!) which she painted, and which arrived for me in a glorious box along with collected assorted very meaningful things from her summer last year, where she had collected something special each place she’d been, and written about it, and given me some ‘her’ history of the location and why the item mattered. The charm was on a bracelet – a wishlet – which the receiver wears until the string of it disintegrates (yes, I flouted policy for that one – I put it on and kept it clean as possible and it did NOT leave my wrist for months) and when it falls off, you get to make a wish… *heartsqueeze*

      I was so lucky with the light yesterday! And glass is magic in good light πŸ™‚

      *blushes* Thanks. Mandi liked it, that pic – she thought it was cool. I had a larf with glitter that Joy sent me and then (as you do) decided to wear some of it.

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  18. I am not surprised in the least that you collected marbles. The original glitterysparkly. Have you ever heard of Mike Rowe and his show Dirty Jobs? He once went to a marble factory…
    http://www.discovery.com/tv-shows/dirty-jobs/videos/marble-maker/

    I, too, thought you had stolen the little glass dish. Much better that WonderAunty gave them to you all. She’s so sweet, giving gifts on HER birthday!

    Love the blanket and the story behind it.

    When you are done mowing the yard, we can play lots of Scrabble. πŸ™‚

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  19. My bookshelf would definitely be on my list of favorite things. I read Piper’s post and thought it a great share. The poem you and Vince wrote is definitely a forever keepsake. So many wonderful things, special to you, that give me a glimpse into you – the frogs at the pond, the marbles, and the painting you purchased with inheritance money. And Scrabble. My son and I love the board game.

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    • I adore Scrabble and I think if I wasn’t so competitive about it, more people would be willing to play me!

      I think I like this – I like that it allows a glimpse behind the scenes – it’s kind of like the voice messages in a way – makes a person real.

      Vince and I used to have ‘poetry-off’s in college. He’s a damn good poet too. But this was modelled on the ‘when I am an old lady I shall wear purple’ poem. I hope I get to be friends with him for always.

      Glad it’s the bookshelf for you, too. Though it still wouldn’t fit in a box πŸ˜‰

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  20. This was such a sweet and personal post. Not that the other posts are not personal, cuz they definitely are. I love that you still have your blanky! I think I may have had a crystal owl like that in my childhood bedroom. Were those Harry Potter books I spotted on your shelf? LOVE, the Harry. Have a great weekend, Lizzi!

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    • HEHEHE yes! My kid fiction shelf (if you like HP, then FOR REALS give Artemis Fowl a try!)

      OHMIGOSH you just reminded me that I had a shelf over my bed with crystals and glass things and a set of china elephants and some tiny brass ducks on it, over my bed! WOW! I HAD FORGOTTEN THAT SHELF!

      Thank you for the memory πŸ˜€ And for liking this post πŸ™‚ Hope you have a gorgeous weekend Lisa πŸ™‚

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  22. Your blankie is in incredibly good shape. What kind of kevlar-infused yarn did your great aunt use, anyway?! I should show you MY old blankie!
    Love the owl. I have a pottery owl that I found at a rummage sale. It has a plastic mouse dangling from its beak. Very quirky.
    So you stole the little glass dish?

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    • NOOOO it was a gift from WonderAunty – all of us that went, got one as a present for being part of her celebration. She’s an amazing gift-giver.

      Your pottery owl sounds VERY quirky indeed. But then you are a person who slides on wood floors in her socks, so it fits your character, I think.

      Hmmm no idea what kind of wool, but I think kevlar probably has a thing or two to learn from it.

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    • That’s pretty much the thought which goes through my mind when I see marbles. My brain goes all mooshy and back to about 9 years old when they were THE MOST AWESOME THING EVERRRRR!

      Thank you, Pattie, my friend ❀

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  23. OMG. I’m not even close to frist. Damn.

    I wanna see a pic of you with the blankie.

    Your sparkly pic made me think you were doing something nasty to a fairy (because I’m very, very dirty).

    I love the frog! When I was little, my uncle said I looked like one because my eyes were bigger than my head.

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  24. That frog is so neat and OOOOHHH The owl. The owl is exquisite. I love it. So much happy fuzzy AND Interesting stuff here! I love that you have such a great Soulie! Vince you totally got me at that Sandwich I was like hey what?

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  25. I love this list! I have a bookshelf in my home that I love too. . . Most of my baby blankets have been lost along the way, though. (I’ve had some rough years & rough moves.) BUT, I do have my now-ten-year-old son’s baby blanket, crocheted by my grandmother in my home.

    Oooh! A second chance to try to design a #10Thankful button. . . I will take it! πŸ˜‰ May I only enter one?

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  26. Lovers have come and gone (feel free to take that literally) for the past 16 years, but wherever I’ve lived, that poem and those pictures we took in that photo booth in the Bargate that time have lived with me.

    Note to self: put up picture hook and hang the dragon canvas you painted me.

    Also, a sandwich would be great…

    …so I’ll go and make one.

    (Had you going, hehe)

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