January's Photo Heart Connection over ta Kat's. Checking in. You can too if you wanna. New button, might make it even more enticing.
I thought it would be nice if my PHC image was one that I hadn't previously shared, but that's just not the way it's going this morning. If your heart is saying "pick that one"...well, you pick that one. If you can't listen to yourself I suppose you're in big trouble.
Rocking Chair 140/365
About a year ago I suddenly became aware that almost none of the furnishings in my home are things I selected or purchased. I'm living in the land of hand me downs, road side finds, left over college crap, etc. I picked that busy rug you see because it was so damn cheap (note to self: never get those fringey things again-pain in the butt), my comfy couch and a couple paint-it-yourself bookshelves, but that's about it.
I was thinking about this because I realized I don't know what I like. I know what's functional and fits my budget, but what if I got to choose myself? Would I even know where to start? I doubt it. Call in Martha Stewart. Shit I don't even know if I like what Martha would choose.
When I write the PHC, I let my mind and words wander wherever they'd like to go. I thought I might tell you about the hand me down rocking chair being one my parents no longer needed. When I lived in someone elses house with all their "stuff", this was the one piece of furniture that was added to the living room. Apparently that means I like it. It has worn handles and seat and plenty of scratches and dents. No need to be careful, just sit and rock....that is if Princess P hasn't commandeered it.
I also thought I might tell you about that ceramic dog tucked against the wall. It is the one item I have that belonged to my father in his childhood. I remember being 4 or so and going to his family's old farmhouse when it was being sold and asking to have this ugly bull dog. I slapped the red bandanna on for color. This bull dog has lived in Maine, New Hampshire, Florida, Pennsylvania, and has returned to Maine again. Chipped and such, but all good. Doesn't bark either. No name, just steadfast. I guess I like it.
And finally I thought I might mention that tennis ball. Tula will occasionally play with one. I've not taught her to pick up and put away her toys and Tula's mother (that would be me) hasn't done that either. She needs to get going. The ball also reminds me of my last dog Abbie, long passed now. She loved to play-she never stopped playing-and would chase a ball for as long as I would throw it. I miss that dog. She was super fun.
But instead of telling you all that nostalgia, I told you that I don't know what I like. As if you needed to know that or I needed to alert myself to this conundrum again. But as I said before, if you can't listen to yourself you're in big trouble.