the english language is a funny thing...
and a weird thing...
and a confusing thing...
red...read
to...two...too...
and then words like chair and hair...
so close...yet still so far! ;}
and even when you have spokificated and spellified it as long
as i have...you still mess it up...but sometimes...serendipitously so!
like my search for "pink hair"...which i typed as "pink chair"...
but ended up in a wonderland of dreamy rooms and setting that
sent my imagination into overdrive!
i would sit here for hours...sipping that tea and pouring over that
stack of magazines because you just know they are those
gorgeous english ones that cost a fortune so you only buy them when
you happen to be at barnes and noble...and you're feeling fat...and you need
a little calorie-free pick-me-up! ;}
{although you still keep thinking that 31 flavors is just a few doors down! ;}
i would sit here and think about all the grout that needs scrubbing...
and baseboards that need dusting...
and that i really need to take care of all that....
later...tomorrow...in august sometime...
when i am done sitting here!
i would sit here and write a sentimental letter...well, i would start that letter..
but then i would think about how great the light is...perfect for some wayward
eyebrow maintenance...you know for the crazy ones that you only catch a glimpse of
when you're on your way to work and the sunlight hits them juuuuuust right and you almost slam on the brakes as you think about how many people have been trying not to stare at that
one in particular that is long enough to use for line-drying your delicates between two trees in the backyard! sheesh!
i would sit here on ponder if that third pomatini was responsible for the
door and molding color decision...and wonder if martha stewart had ever done such
a thing??!!
i would sit here and try to figure out if i can fit a few more pairs of
shoes under there...next to the stacks of magazines, various cat toys,
the thighmaster and the dusty exercise books...because a chair with a dust
ruffle means one thing....EXTRA STORAGE! ;}
i would sit here...and wait for mr. darcy!
i would sit here...well, i wouldn't sit here...because a chair full towels
means that i am in the midst of a fabulously relaxing bubble bath and i
am not about to cut that short to sit in a hard wooden chair! maybe later...
i would sit here when i was finally exhausted from sliding
back and forth on that nice slippery and shiny floor!
i wouldn't be able to resist it! ;}
i would never...could never sit here!
i would just stare at it in awe and wonder
whilst the angels sang the hallelujah chorus!
i would sit here..and hope that people still knock before entering!
{and then i move the darn chair! ;}
i would sit here and think about croissants...and wine...
and the champs-élysées...and how it is that french women stay so thin?
and then i would need a few croissants and some wine!!
i would sit here and read pride and prejudice...for about half
and hour...then i'd go put on sweats and curl up on the couch
and pop in the dvd! ;}
and i would sit here...and relax and think of nothing at all!
have a relaxing, no-thinking-required-weekend!!!
{in a pink chair or with pink hair...if at all possible!! ;}
PINK SATURDAY
