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The Writing Robe

I changed my WordPress theme again. My daughter was surprised to see a dark background, but it’s intriguing. What really snagged my interest is what it does to the photos. At first glance they look aged, similar to the old black and white, but hover your mouse, or finger over one and it refills with color.

It was cool in the house this morning, and I was thrilled to slide on my writing robe. Oh, I have lots of robes, but this one has been worn for years and well loved. It’s heavier than the other ones, but doesn’t weigh you down. The cooler temperatures in Texas are disappearing, so this was a treat.

I get most of my writing done in the morning while wearing this robe. Neighbors see me step outside to feed the birds, or walk to the mailbox to retrieve yesterday’s mail in pajama pants, house shoes, a t-shirt and the robe. A stranger may think I’m a meth head, but in my minds eye, I look like a Writer. Before they painted the house next-door, the builder came over and asked that I move my truck. It was a considerate ask, but I remember being disappointed that I had to put on real clothes and give up the robe.

You see, once it’s removed, I don’t put it back on that day.

It’s the same look every morning in the cooler months, but I recently realized I don’t have a writing robe for summer. I have a spa-like robe to use when stepping out of the shower, but it’s not a writing robe.

I began thinking of what feels good to wear in the warmer months, and I have this one jacket I could wear all day. It was designed by Honest Cotton for a friend of mine named Jordan, so it’s rightfully called, The Jordan Jacket. I bought mine last year while visiting with her, and it’s navy in color.

The Honest Cotton website shows they make a robe. I see two designed similarly, but different weights, so one’s for Fall, and the other for Spring. I wonder what it feels like to slip it on and if Jordan has one in her shop?

Let’s find out, shall we?

The Cotton Robe

To be continued…


PS. I’m not alone in my love for Robes. My friend LA, over at ‘Waking Up on the Wrong Side of 50‘, shares her love for robes that you can read by clicking here.

All Of Us

To write what scares you.

I have to say, I don’t do that, but am willing to try. The scariest thing for me is an intimate, one on one relationship, with a man. I haven’t been able to obtain a lasting one, so I stopped being open to that.

It’s going to be up to God, not me. I have a list of reason’s ‘not to’ participate worthy of a scroll. Like other women my age, I know what I don’t want. That’s easy, but I’m now at a loss of what I do want. Life is simpler alone, but we’re not designed to be alone.

I had a conversation with God over the weekend about it. I was driving into town, just laying it at his feet. On the way back home, I saw a church marque that said,

God created you for more than what you settled for.

Have I settled into this life?

Last night, I went to our local pizza place to pick up dinner. A gentleman who works there opened the door, and stood there holding it open, even though I wasn’t allowed to walk in. I chatted with one of the cooks, took our dinner, and turned to leave.

The receipt fell to the ground, and I paused to bend down and pick it up.

The stranger holding the door said,

Just keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be alright.

I thought that was an odd thing for a complete stranger to say, so it must have been a message from above.

Messages like that are for all of us.

By the Buckets

That previous post was a pity party in disguise, but here’s what I love about it. My core group of followers ‘liked’ it. They just let Barb be Barb, but by clicking the ‘like’ button, and showed me they were there.

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As writers we have a vast opportunity.

To encourage people more than ever!

You never know who is going to read your Blog. I emailed the man I work with, and my Blog address is in my signature. He clicked the link and read my Blog! He tried to compliment me, but was rendered speechless. I’m not sure that’s good, but I’m taking it as high praise from him. 🙂

“Wow, Barb!” Is that a compliment?

Today, I’m going to my local florist to buy flowers. They posted pictures last night of having fresh flowers by the buckets!

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Audra’s Petal Shop

Follow that heart darling.

Hold firm to the promise of ‘this too shall pass.’ It always does, but be grateful for people who continue on with their business amid uncertainty. Local companies will deliver or offer curbside service. I will pick up flowers curbside any day of the week!

Much love to you. By the buckets! ❤

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Audra’s Petal Shop

Worth the Drive

In yesterday’s post, I revealed the soap at a local Shoppe that is my new love, but what really caused me to revisit the Shoppe three days later was this dish.

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I saw it last week, but try not to make impulsive purchases. I’m particular about what comes into our home, but this little dish spoke to me about the tea cart.

Our home offers a coffee bar and tea cart. The cart came to us through a neighbor. It’s been used as a chopping station for her kitchen, but I saw it as a space for tea. The wood surface reveals stains and scarring, but I see it as evidence of serving it’s purpose.

In our home it holds a new purpose.

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I bought the dish to hold our tea utensils, and give space for the tea bag to rest and cool before discarding.

It’s like that little dish knew where it’s home was. All I had to do was say, ‘Yes’, and go back and get it. I’ve learned there’s power in the pause. If I would have walked into the Shoppe and it was gone, then it wasn’t meant for me, but it was still there days later.

Driving back to the Shoppe for this dish, also gave me a new soap to love. Follow your heart. It’s worth the drive.