Today was a pretty perfect Sunday… The girl and I met SB and her daughter and ML at a local waffle house for breakfast and then we headed off to the artisan festival that SB and I attend every year. There were a lot of us this year so it was a tad harder to keep track of everyone but we managed.
I don’t think the lady really wanted to sell it? It’s upcycled out of a pair of fancy drapes. She was following me around saying “it’s not a purse you can carry everyday, it’s delicate.” “Watch the fabric it can snag like a sweater and don’t get it wet.” “You have to use great care when you carry it.” “Remember…it’s dry clean only.” What the heck? There was never a question of me buying it and I will carry it everyday. That shop owner sure didn’t think I was qualified to own it, or she didn’t really want to part with it? I no longer own anything that I do not love or find useful….well mostly, but I am getting there. I certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to buy a grown up purse bearing my power animal.
Normally I would be upset that I missed the picture. In this case….it was more important to be present in the moment. There is nothing like seeing an eagle in the wild, especially in our area. I only started seeing them in the last couple of years. It was the highlight of my day.
After we came home I had the girl put on The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society movie. We read the book a while ago in book club…
If I wasn’t already emotionally drained, this movie finished me off. It was excellent but it was also emotional. I feel like I could sleep for a week….Zia