It’s not just a colour but a feeling.
It’s happy, girl like and at times quite sparkly (or it simply elicits a feeling of sparkliness).
While out and about this evening I ran across an entire area devoted too the pink and precious. One item in particular caught my attention: it was a pink ceramic poodle. Why did it catch my attention? Because when I was very young my mother bought me a ‘sick prize’. This was a gift given only when I or my sister had been under the weather. One day after one illness or another my mother and I found ourselves in Swenson’s Ice Cream Parlour. And, in the midst of all the wonderful sweets and sparkling treasures I found mine – a small ceramic poodle that I named ‘Pink Puppy’. To this day Pink Puppy resides not only in my heart but in my treasure box as well. So, in honour of day 5’s moment of gratitude, I am grateful for all things pink, pretty, sparkly and somewhat princessy. And of course, the memories of childhood, sweetness and delight.
All hail the p.i.n.k.
An unsent card –
dancing ballerina –
memories of moments shared.
I don’t know what to do with them all.
Currently they reside in a neat pile
next to pink leather.
Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like
to be heartless.
Without the inclination to keep happy – Summer windswept bits.
But if I was, would I be the same?
In the place of warmth
Cool and controlled.
In the next life?
I’ve begun to pack away bits of life
Crystal pretties – ducks and bunnies
Shells with memories
Artwork saturated with sweetness
A pink memory book that holds one finished page
but is littered with notes, receipts and sparkly pieces,
that still wait to be fastened.
Wanting to belong.
Yet somehow knowing they never will.
A dried flower falls softly to the ground – undone from its hidden place..
Books with earmarked pages
all gently wrapped and placed in green bubbles and brown cardboard.
One soul defined –
heart remembered –
I am cranky.
I am going into hospital on Monday for a spot of surgery and my doctor requires two days of clear liquids prior. When I was younger this would have been nothing. However, right now it’s cause for a transcendental feeling, topped with a frosting (note the food reference)of viciousness.
Now, I wouldn’t find this as distressing if I weren’t also feeling somewhat tantrumy (my word of course). That’s right, I am tantrum girl this evening. it all starts with a foot stomp. Which is then accompanied by a bit of a whine (okay, it’s more than a bit, but I’m in denial).
On the bright side I found a delightful pair of slippers to wear while in hospital. I simply despise the standard issue, somewhat creepy socks.
Just a wee rant.