Nia appreciates the precision of watercolor pencils.
Thalia looks longingly at a tray of hues and tints that flow freely.
“You know… what I love about us?” Calliope looks out onto a white landscape filled with possibilities. “We don’t care so much about becoming the best… at one particular thing or tool. Our area of expertise is trying… then, blending what delights us.”
Know thyself.
~Unknown 😂 attributed to many
Do you know what my favorite part of the game is?
The opportunity to play.
~Mike Singletary
A note from Loveletterist:
Ever taken a dog out to do her business when the snow is deeper than the dog's height?
One could choose to find this frustrating...
because the dog is stubborn and insists on finding her own way and time to accomplish what needs to occur...
OR
one can accept the cards that are dealt
and be glad to still be on the board
playing with the pieces
at her disposal.
That James Taylor song was a heart-warming delight. The harmonies and lack of ear splitting accompaniment was the best. I fondly remember seeing him perform at our Civic Auditorium in the early to mid nineties.
Dean Martin sang: “Oh the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is so delightful, Since we’ve no place to go, Let it snow let it snow let it snow!” I can imagine occasional humming of that tune as the day snows on. 😊
With the watercolor pencils, camaraderie, and bright spirits, anything is possible! Someone surely will enjoy a test fitting of the beautiful vest (due to the arms I’m not certain; let’s call it a garment?🤭)