Good Morning.
Saturday... a bit humid and dreary but I am ok with that.
The chores still have to be completed and I am happy to do them.
Truly.
The truth of the quote above is evident in most parts of my life.
I like aesthetically pleasing things.
Charming, lovely ....
In the 2000's society embraced minimal.
Moved onto extreme minimal.
By covid, we were throwing out generations old china by the car load.
I used to see them...complete sets at the Goodwill and it would break my heart.
But that is how most of society works.
Jump on trend wagons until you realise you f'd up and now I am
seeing people trying to buy back old china.
In the 1950's charming homes were being built everywhere.
Not just with built ins and trim boards but with garden rooms
and beautiful stone walkways. People took pride in their homes.
I often ask my husband who is a builder why don't people ask for
those details and the answer is always $$$, profit etc...
The way of the world... $$$$ dictates everything I suppose.
Not in my life. I embrace the lovely, charming , sweet details and ideas.
As I think on it it takes a kind of person who does not follow
the crowds or trends to be freethinking to have a love of what is not spoon fed.
In my home, health and interactions, I will not go against my
values to follow a trend if it does not make any sense or if I think
I am being played , especially for $$$$.
So as with everything else in my life, I kind of do my own thing.
New England is a charming and nostalgic place to be.
I am so glad that I live here.
Though like a lot of places, there is a business in clear cutting forested land and
replacing it with dreary housing. I can still find cozy shops and small hot dog stands.
Living here is a wonderful thing.
There is beauty in old shingled homes with hundred years old roses draped over them.
There is a certain comfort in having a meal unchanged by time.
New is not always better.
Look to the past to truly understand how we got here and to return to
a more curated, meaningful way of life.
Speaking of cute vintage stores, I found this stone in one a few
weeks back. It is so telling and very accurate to today's happenings.
To truly begin to heal & grow I do believe that (we) meaning us all... need to
open our minds. My lifetime has seen freethinking disappear and group think
take over...with punishments off you do not follow the most pushy narratives.
If you start saying, * wait, hold on a minute, I may not agree with this*
you are shut down,
called names and if possible defamed and ostracised.
I know this to be true.
People have done much the same to me.
They choose to shout to the world how stupid and ignorant ( as well as other things)
I am while I may also think the same of them, I will not lower myself to their
immature ways. Pointing fingers and shouting into the masses rarely enacts any
change. Besides, most who are shouting the loudest
are products of state schooling where group think
gets you a diploma you will never use and debt for a long while.
They may never know how freeing it is to think for oneself.
To be unique.
To be accountable to oneself, not others nor a narrative that
has been proven to be harmful .
Sad really.
If you mix up my love for being quirky & different, my love for vintage
and my quest for the perfect thrift store... you get this above!
My purse is filled with trinkets or * treasures* I have found from
my travels through my life.
This is better than any souvenir ( though I adore old souvenir shops too).
This is a collection of moments and I highly encourage you to make one for
the summertime...perhaps a jar on the kitchen window that will hold
small memories of this upcoming season.
Oh! Maybe I will start one and do a give away at the end of the season!
Time for me to fly.....
Chores are waiting.
have a wonderful day friends.
xoxo
Raven
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