Flattered as I am…….

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” according to the old saying. Yet if I were to walk into the house of an acquaintance to discover it was the same as mine I think I would have 2 responses.

My initial response would be to congratulate them on their good taste, my second would be to run away from a rather creepy “Single White Female” situation!

My Mother when she comes to visit, always remarks that she doesn’t know where I get my taste from because my husband and I have a knack of picking up lovely things to dress our home. She also says I have champagne taste on lemonade money but that’s a different story.

I love this prompt idea but I can never imagine it happening in my own life. If my friends admire my taste or belongings and replicate it to some degree I don’t mind that. I would be offended if someone went the whole hog and copied everything about my life.

I’ve always been limited to some degree by money so I don’t have the finest or latest possessions. Instead I have possessions that are special to me because I’ve gone out and sourced them or my husband and I have bought them over the course of our time together.

I don’t need to have brand names or designer labels or someone else telling me what is in style. I have my own ideas.

There is an episode of the US version of The Office where Phyllis gets married. Everything about her wedding is identical to the choices Pam made for her wedding to Roy even down to the wedding dress. The odd thing is Phyllis never addresses the fact. I can’t decide if she copies Pam because she admires her taste or because she’s too lazy to have her own ideas. Either way if it were ever to happen in my life I’d be flattered but would probably have to have a serious talk with my Doppelganger!

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My odd sock life.

Under our bed is a drawer full of odd socks. It started life as a carrier bag but gradually grew to accommodate those poor, forlorn socks who make it out of the washing machine without their mates.

The socks in this drawer tell a history tale. There are work socks, school socks even some old baby socks that I can’t bring myself to throw away. There are knitted socks, cotton socks, lycra socks and bizarrely some bamboo socks.

I don’t know why they end up alone. I try to pair them together when they go into the machine. It’s as if there is a mystery sock twilight zone that tempts them hither.

Occasionally I attempt a big sort out and go through this drawer looking for pairs but it can be quite disheartening. As you can imagine with 6 of us there are a myriad of socks and patterns to be matched. I did try to convince the kids to join Mummy in the pairing the socks game but they were suddenly busy elsewhere.

This sock drawer is a metaphor for my life. From the outside with the drawer shut my life appears neat and tidy but inside is disarray, unfinished tasks and unravelling scenarios.

I like to keep my sock drawer unfinished to give me a chore to fall back on for when I’m finally up to date with the rest of my housework!

Happy Weekend!

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What is your love language?

As a dreamy adolescent I had some very fixed ideas about what romance was. Perhaps due to the programmes I watched and the books I read it was something of a cross between the Milk Tray man and Mr.Darcy bestowing flowers and chocolates on me and whisking me away to foreign climes.

I’m sure there were romantic clich├ęd moments in my youth but they all felt embarrassing and staged. Once I was delivered a dozen roses to my place of work and had to ride home on the tube with them in a black bin liner because the bouquet was so large .

See what I mean? Typical woman, hard to please!

I still love being given flowers and chocolates but my idea of romance has broadened and evolved.

Now I appreciate the unspoken things that aren’t presented with a huge fanfare but show I’ve been thought of.

My friend and I live in similar 3 storey homes but she has 2 children and works full time whereas I work part time and have 4 children. It is very important to her that her home is always tidy, almost show home tidy. Our house runs the gamut of tidy to lived in to approaching a pig sty despite my attempts to keep on top of it.
We have been friends since parent craft classes when we were expecting our first children and we meet most weeks for a catch up.

Usually on the week she comes to my house the house needs some tidying to make it presentable and every week my husband helps me get it ship shape. It isn’t his friend who is visiting but he helps me out and that to me is one of the ways he shows his love.

Last week he walked to my place of work in the pouring rain to bring me lunch. That meant a lot too.

Other thoughtful things he does are holding my hand, making phone calls I don’t want to make, bringing me coffee in bed on the weekend, debriefing his day for me because he knows it’s important to me.

My friend has just divorced her husband and she was always upset about the little things he didn’t do like checking there was enough water in her car so it didn’t break down or contributing financially towards his children without a huge fight.

Men seem to be unfairly sold the idea that they have to come equipped with flowers and chocolates and an entire string orchestra to woo their wives or girlfriends but the reality is most women appreciate kindness, thoughtfulness and reliability more highly.

It’s all about the little things.. …..

We don’t have a lot of spare money at the moment but sometimes my husband buys me reduced flowers at the supermarket. I don’t mind. As long as you add the flower food they last a while and I feel smug because he’s had a bargain!

Maybe I’m just low maintenance! :-)

Forgiveness.

I came across this pin on Pinterest. It resonates with how I feel at the moment.

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I know I need to do this for my own piece of mind but I’m finding it impossibly hard at the moment. Each time we encounter another hardship or another bill drops through the door I’m blaming my enemies for the way life is now.

The Bible says we should love our enemies. It’s easy to agree with biblical principles when you don’t have to put your money where your mouth is and obey those precepts. Praying for grace right now. I know my enemies aren’t sorry, they will probably never be. In fact if they had the chance they’d probably stick the boot in again…….

Likes & Dislikes.

I like the comforting rhythm of a ticking clock,
I like the small but perfectly formed Cortado coffee,
I like the heavy eyed feeling of relaxing on the sofa while the kids are still at school.

I hate bills that come in unexpected batches upsetting my budgeting,
I hate working out at the gym,
I hate getting drenched in the rain,
I hate not finishing books.

All of the things I’ve mentioned are not strictly good or bad. They are just part of trying to keep a life in balance.