Thursday's Thought for the Day....

"Forgiveness is unlocking the door to set someone free, and realising you were the prisoner."

Max Lucado

Tip for a Tuesday....

Keep the sunscreen handy!

Most of us have thought of a "healthy glow" as something to acquire during the summer months.

But since I want neither skin cancer nor wrinkles, I've chosen to faithfully slather on the sunscreen each morning.

In order to remember to do so, I now store the sunscreen in my bathroom.

Instead of applying moisturizer to my arms and legs, I slather on the protection.

Easy Peasy!

A Monday Memory....

 Tools of hair torture, from days of my youth:

Bobby pins

When I was quite young, my mother would curl my straight as an arrow hair with either bobby pins or pin clips.  She would twist and secure the hair following my shampoo, then cover my entire head with a net like scarf.  I would sleep, or try to, with my head wrapped tight as a drum.

Ah, the home perm.  The smell was horrible!

Brush rollers - held in place with either bobby pins or those painful plastic pins

Sponge rollers - softer to sleep on, but still most annoying.  

There were tiny, little "teeth" on each roller, over which the outer shell was snapped.

The hair dryer.  Why yes, the tube through which the hot air flowed did burn the skin if it touched your neck for any length of time.

First set of "electric" rollers.  When the red dot turned black, they were "ready to roll" as they say.

The curling wand.  Mine was neon green and emitted a burst of steam when the button at the top was pushed in. And yes,  one frequently burned their fingers on the hot wand.

In college, we used either enormous rollers or actual empty lemonade cans, secured with giant bobby pins.


If you too were a child of the sixties and seventies, then I 'm sure many of these hair apparatuses are familiar.

Thank goodness times have changed!

Having my hair colored is the only "torture" I currently volunteer to endure. 

Friday Fotos....

Happy Fourth of July!

May we all stay dry and safe today, despite Arthur's arrival.

Thursday's Thought for the Day....

“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk a way from every illness.  

I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.  

But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. 

Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.”

                                                                                                                     ― Søren Kierkegaard

Wednesday's Wisdom.....

A recent question posed on Facebook asked, "Are there any movies you've seen more than once?"

Why yes, at least a dozen.  The first one that comes to mind - Love Actually.

Recent events in my life had me recalling a particularly poignant scene.  One of the main characters has the misfortune of being hopelessly in love with his best friend's new wife.  After many agonizing months, he chooses Christmas Eve, and a rather unique delivery, to finally confess this to her.

Holding a series of cards, he admits that he believes she is perfect and that he will be in love with her forever, or until she resembles a mummified body.  Oh, and by the way,  "Merry Christmas."

What always strikes me is not the declaration of love, but of his final word as he walks away.

ENOUGH.

He realizes it's time to stop wasting his life while yearning for what he can't have.

Time to just get on with it.

That word has been rolling around my brain for over a week now.

Enough.

Enough with the drama, the broken promises, the shoddy workmanship, the arrogance, the lack of caring, the "patting on the head" and on and on and on.

When I get to that point, I've learned I have to take action.

I need to value myself, and believe firmly I do not have to accept hurtful behavior or poor work.

 I then need to take action, and follow through on it, until I get results.

Enough already!

Because as they used to say in the commercial, 

"I'm worth it."

Tip for a Tuesday....

Here comes the sun....

I purchased this quilt in a lovely shop in Tappan, New York many years ago.  At that time, I kept it folded and hung on a quilt rack the Englishman built for me, in a sunny corner of our family room.

Note the word "sunny" in that sentence - now note the difference in color from one side to the other of this beautiful quilt.

Guessed my tip?

Be aware of the placement of items in your home in regards to the amount of sunlight they will be exposed to.

Clearly - it can have an impact.