I loved reading and appreciate all of your comments from my last post. It completely makes my week to know that anyonereads my stuff here.
Relationships are challenging sometimes (Often times. Men and women are very different animals.) and yes, I know that setting a charming table and serving up comfor food doesn't actually change lives. There is definitely a world of difference between men and women, an how we express (or don't) express our feelings.
Still, it's sometimes hard finding the right communication style with someone who's love language is Chick O'Stix.
On a different note, but oddly, still very much related to relationships, I am rather tickled to share that I have a booth space in the "Plucky Maiden's Get Hitched" Bridal Fair a week from Sunday. (Don't you lovethe name?)
I will be showcasing my line of bridal printables, and sweet little details. I've got my booth layout all planned in my head.
I have it broken up into themes: A Vintage theme in creamy whites, and glitter, with old book pages and touches or robins egg blue, An Autumn theme, in mustards, mochas and grays, with mittens, scarves, and pumpkins as part of the details.There will be a cheerful red and turquoise picnic buffet theme.
I'll be sharing more this week, as I get things photographed!
In matters of the heart, just when you think you have it all figured out, you don't.
I get a little weary at times, from spending so much of my time seemingly having my character built.
Or maybe it's just that I need my head examined.
Or my heart.
If you've read my blog for very long, you have to know that I am incurable romantic of epic proportions. In a rather odd sort of way, I think that is what saved me when I found myself suddenly single... ohmygosh, exactly eight years ago today.
(Seriously, I didn't notice the date on the calendar until just this minute.)
I can still remember that moment, when I realized that life had changed for me forever. It's a moment frozen in time, and yet, one that I rarelythink of these days.
Time heals they say. I think it just gives you perspective.(And it leaves you with a pretty gnarly scar.)
Still, when you are on the terminally romantic team, you have a little flame of hope, and an ever so tiny sliver of optimism that if you have faith...if you just believe...God's plan will slowly but surely show itself and the sun will come out again.
And it does.
In lots of ways.
I've been beyond blessed to have so many sunny moments to be excited and happy about.
Way back, when I first found myself suddenly-single, there were newly formed friendships with gal-pals for midnight deep talks and commiserating and even falling asleep while one of you is still talking(I will always adore you for those, Anne) and a little later on, new faces in the family...first there were weddings, and then those babies. (Oh! All of those precious sweet babies!)
All the while going through the sunny moments as time was creeping by, I remained the ever hopeful romantic (truth be told, actually hinging on sappy) and you know, I think that when you're like that...like me...you don't ever feel quite like you unless you are half of a we.
(Does that make any sort of sense to you?)
And as time moved on, there were thosekinds of girl-meets-boy sunny moments for me as well. Only things are very different after so much time being on your own, flying solo.
Everybody that has been single for a number of years and is...ehem...a bit more mature, has their own ways of doing things, and coping with stress, or simply the way they manuever through everyday life can be immeasurably different than the way we are used to doing things.
A charming little romantic tablescape at the cozy kitchen counter, complete with votive candles to accompany their favorite comfort food for supper after they've had an unuually rough day might be a sure-fire-heart-mender for a love-is-all-there-is type like myself, but not even be noticed by a used-to-eating-by-the-mood-lighting-cast-from-the-big-screen-tv-beau, let alone, making them feel oh-so-loved and-cared-for.
Aparently, some days even a pretty tablescape doesn't make life pretty. Or even a little easier to get through.
(Nor will a homemade three-cheese grilled cheese on sourdough with a side of tomato soup)
(I did not realize that.)
I'm not at all confident that I will fully master any all of this complcated romance (or lack there of) stuff out, but I can guarantee you, I am stillgetting my character built.
Although I don't seem to do it as often as I have in the past, or would like to, I've got a passion for entertaining, and table scapes in particular.
No, that is not my guilty pleasure confession. You already know that about me.
Now that we have Pinterest, Instagram and Facebook, I can log on and find inspiration any time of the day or night, so...for the most part, I don't purchase magazines anymore.
For the most part.
There is one publication I can't get enough of, and I find myself checking the magazine rack at the store whenever I know a new issue is due out. It's called Mingle. (How perfect is that name for an entertaining mag?) It's one of the fabulous Stampington publications.
It's been out for a couple of years now (I think) and each and every issue is loaded with over-the-top-and-think-way-outside-of-the-box entertaining inspiration.
I can't get enough of this magazine.
(I even love the feel of the paper they use for this publication.)
The photography is always such that I find new inspiration each time I flip the page. (Even after looking it over fifty gajillions times.) The features strike something in me that makes my heart skip a beat, and I begin thinking of new ideas for table settings, and soirees, and details to make any event or meal-at-home special.
Today when I was looking through this latest issue of Mingle, I realized something. (You know that moment when you suddenly see something for the quadrillianth time but with suddenly new crystal clear clarity, and wonder why you hadn't known it before? Yeah, like that.) While I get oodles and toodles of inspration from this magazine, I do not take the steps to move it from the inspiration stage to reality. It's strange, because I used to be much better at following through on this, (I looked back in my blog archives, here, and here...and here. Oh, and here...) and I am wondering what the heck happened to me along the way.
That is something I am going to work on changing. AFter all, I have come to realize that life is very much shorter than I first assumed it was, and because of that very reason alone, I want to make the most out of each and every day from this point moving forward.
So, thanks to Mingle, I am (hopefully) going to do more of what makes me happy, which is, in part, entertaining...making the ordinary..extraordinary. I am going to make the most of life's little moments (Like a breakfast of pumpkin walnut oatmeal with coworkers, and sweet little themed lunches with grand-babes) and put into action what plays out in my head after meandering through an issue of Mingle.