Dear Bloggyville,
It truly has been awhile, yup!
The year has been chock full of ups & downs ... Literally.
Don't think those sexy platform high heels come without consequence! I personally fell flat on my face in a really cool pair of them - Yup, it hurt! Bloody knees and all. But true to form, after I confirmed no broken bones ... I quickly surveyed the condition of my dress. Lucky for moi the dress was fine. Now that would have been a dis-as-ter! (Frocks from Anthropologie don't just grow on trees & YOU know I am a material Tart.)
Then, the sweet kitty you see snoozing on the fabulous chair went & broke her leg. Sheesh! Zillions of well spent dollars later this adorable furball is back to running like the wind. Dark days, I tell you!
But there is always some type of light at the end of the proverbial tunnel & my tunnel is painted a dazzlingly lemon yellow. Benjamin Moore's #361 No-Nonsense yellow - Thank You.
You see, I have vowed to be as cheerful as possible throughout this wretched Bush-esque recession if it kills me. And people ... Between this yellow, of which I have painted all over my Hovel's walls & the addition of a big old flat screen TV propped up against the newly apple green colored wall in the den, plus the Blu-ray player ... I think I might just survive. May I just say that high-definition is a beautiful thing, even if you are watching it while consisting entirely on veggie hot dogs & tuna on crackers for the next 2 years.
Hmmm, The Hovel. Sleep depravation caused moi to fly like the monkeys in the Wizard of OZ & flee my loft in downtown Dallas. Alas, drunken fools & aspiring photographers spent their finest hours loudly doing what they do on the roof over my lofty. No more! Just before my departure I heard rumor that some idiot with a gas can was wandering aimlessly on the roof - Lovely. Bye-bye lofty. The new Hovel seems to have freed my unconscious - My dreams specifically. Peace & quiet are wonderful!!
To start new, I have donned a frisky blonde pixie cut & plan to go by the alias of Daisy - Sounds like a Daisy kinda thing. [Truthfully I am sure I have become affected from watching Enchanted over & over & over on Blu-ray on the big screen ... And likely all the mercury from the canned tuna has pickled my brain. Hence ... Need for yellow & the belief that there is a Prince out there ready to rescue me!]
BTW ... Some of my favorite lines in Enchanted are these:
Giselle: Now if only I can find a place to rest my head for the night.
Robert Philip: What kind of place?
Giselle: I don't know. Maybe a nearby meadow or a hollow tree.
Robert Philip: A hollow tree?
Giselle: Or a house full of dwarves. I hear they're very hospitable.
Good stuff!
Well there you have it. I hope you are all well out there bloggyville. I have been remiss in my postings. But I am feeling myself again or rather I am feeling like a new Daisy. So stay tuned Peeps!
All my Luv & Smooches,
Daisy AKA The Tart
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PS Send all eligible bachelors my way. Tell them to wear yellow & be prepared to rescue me!!!!
Follow the Gerber Daisy trail.
2 comments:
I have a few single friends, but they're all surprisingly reluctant to be put in a crate and shipped of to Texas. Weird.
Tart,
Advice from an old married lady...
Stop looking and you will find Mr. I LOVE WEARING YELLOW...
At age 29 I decided I was tired of being what I thought each guy I dated wanted me to be. I was eager to spend my time (and money) the way I wanted to, alone or with people I found interesting as friends.
Then boom, as I was looking for a job as a teacher I met Bob. On our first date I knew he was the guy I was going to marry. 31 yrs. later and after a rough go, we are still together.
I loved that Bob made me laugh and seemed to want to share his life with me...something other guys were too full of themselves to do.
Decide to enjoy being single and it's almost a guarantee that you will meet with the guy of your dreams when you least expect it.
You can only change yourself, not a man (heard that one on Oprah, a million years ago).
Best of luck, Tart!
Marilyn
www.2homes2lives.blogspot.com
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