For as long as I can remember I have loved glitter. I mean heck why not? A little sparkle just adds a smile to things in my opinion and I have been glistening up things for years. Whenever I get my nails done in a salon I pick a pretty neutral color then have the manicurist top it off with some twinkle and it just pops! I love glimmer for formal wear and complimentary pieces to add in to my wardrobe. It is just so much fun to me and especially so during the Christmas holiday season. When everyone else is complaining about glitter all over the floor and carpet from ornaments, tinsel, wrappings and whatnot, I just buzz around the house humming while I vacuum. Glitter just never completely cleans up and I always giggle to myself thinking it is just completely awesome!
An Open Letter of Gratitude to My Daughter
Although this year has been extremely trying I am the type of person who finds the light within every tunnel. This November marks the 20th anniversary of our family being free from domestic abuse. It is quite a milestone and what a fitting way to close out this exasperating year by celebrating the strength and love within our household. I think about how far we all have come over the years and I just smile. Today, I turn my attention to you regarding your courage as a child and how this very same courage woke me up quite literally to the reality of an undeniably deadly situation.
A Simple rose set upon a table; she always sets the mood
Pleasantry while enjoying plenty of hearty home cooked food
Pair it with a smoky stein; I much prefer it over a glass
When I was in my 20’s I used to love to go clubbing and dance the night away. A couple of weekends a month I would get a babysitter for my 2 young daughters and hit the club scene with my girlfriends. It was a great way to unwind a couple of times a month, socialize with old pals and meet new people. I enjoyed getting a break from my usual mom gear (t shirts & jeans or sweats) to swap out for some heels, a sexy new dress, a fresh hairdo and makeup. Oh, those sure were the days. My friends and could move on that dance floor which caught quite a bit of attention. I will never forget the night a young man dropped a pile of $1 bills down on me from an upper seating level in a club. He approached me afterwards, telling me that I should be a stripper. This immediately became a dare made by my friends, one of which I made good on that very same summer.
It is the brink of the 2020 holiday season and unlike any, we have ever known. One way or another we will all try to do our best to salvage traditions in light of social distancing. Perhaps gift shopping is best done online which isn’t terrible since most of us shop online already. Technology will provide virtual visits when travel and gatherings are not safe. I know it seems really impersonal maybe even lonely but these are the times we are currently living in. Even if things cannot be the same as years gone by we will all have to find a way to get into the holiday spirit and make the best of things. Personally I am excited for our first snowfall not a dusting but at least a couple of inches. Although this is something many would rather do without but for me it brings back some wonderful childhood memories.
Oh, to dream of eating peppermint snowflakes
While making snow angels; gazing up at the sky
On a December afternoon as the flurries cascade