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perfectly imperfect

perfect : being entirely without fault or defect corresponding to an ideal standard or abstract concept  imperfect : not perfect  subjective : Proceeding from or taking place in a person's mind rather than the external world: a subjective decision.   Particular to a given person; personal: subjective experience.  * Many years ago I bought a prefect painting of fruit,  not one blemish on the pears, blackberries or grapes. I saved for months to purchase it. It came into my home and stayed only a few weeks.... 'Cause every time I looked at it, perfection bounced back and hit me right between my substantial (better to hear you with) ears. Turns out, I can't live with perfection. I prefer things just a little off - it can be in color or scale or just the unexpected.  Not the whole room, mind you, but I must have something to look at that reflects me. Perfectly Imperfect. Perfection, like beauty is subjective (thank goodness). To ea

i enjoy being a girl

*Flower Drum Song:  was the eighth stage musical by the team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II .  Leading showgirl , Linda Low sings "I Enjoy Being A Girl" *ERA: Equal Rights Amendment was written in 1923 by Alice Paul, suffragist leader and founder of the National Woman's Party. *NOW: National Organization Of Woman   founded in 1966, NOW's goal has been to take action to bring about equality for all women.  I enjoy being a girl. So why can't I wear my heels and get paid the same as the guy in loafers? Currently, women are paid 77 cents on the dollar compared to men. Women workers have been making between 70 and 80 percent of male salaries for  the last two decades . The Equal Rights Amendment was written in 1923 by Alice Paul, suffragist leader and founder of the National Woman's Party. She and the NWP considered the ERA to be the next necessary step after the 19th Amendment   in gua

flea finds: act one

vlooi بُرْغوث бълха blecha loppe der Floh ψύλλος pulga kirp کک kirppu puce פַּרעוֹש पिस्सू buha bolha kutu fló pulce のみ 벼룩 blusa blusa kutu vlo loppe pchła pulga purice блоха blcha bolha buva loppa หมัด pire 跳蚤 блоха پسّو، چھوٹا پھدکنے والا حشرہ bọ chét 跳 蚤   flea market* an open-air market that sells cheap, old or used articles  flea* a type of small insect that jumps instead of flying  flea in one's ear * Informal a sharp rebuke The open air flea market season has begun! I go to an indoor market in winter, but your still find yourself inside with no fresh air. I must tell you, living in Chicago-land the winters are long and spring is just a continuation of the same - only less snow.  Needless to say - we all get a little stir crazy. On one of my trips to the flea in January -  I spotted a great booth with wonderful coats, handbags, lamps, furniture... seriously, this space had the whole sch-bang! I'm deep in shop mode w

Mothers...the story of linda lou and myrt

Cindy and I were best friends growing up in a small town in Virginia.  Our mothers were best friends too. I asked Cindy to share a story about our adventures and I added one of my own. Our moms were ahead of their time and sadly left us too soon.  This post is in honor of our moms and all you Mamas out there for a job well done. Linda Lou, my mom.  She had six daughters and one husband. She had a fantastic sense of humor and a no BS attitude. She had great style and walked in a pair heels like she was born in them. When life knocks you down, pick yourself up and keep moving forward. This mindset is what my mom instilled in me and my sisters. We miss her everyday. But, she left us in capable hands: Our Own.   Myrt, Cindy's Mom.  She had two daughters and one son. She was also a single Mom, a rare circumstance for the time. She had a fabulous sense of humor - was a spiritual person with the most calming voice and a beautiful laugh.