Pretty Things

Pretty things make me happy and I like to have them around, even if they are just pretty versions of every-day stuff like the file folders in the picture above.

Joyce had a yard sale and I got this small tea pot that belonged to her grandmother. 

When I use old things, like those that belonged to Joyce's or my grandmother, I feel I'm honoring them in some way.

I placed the tea pot on this cookie platter, a wedding gift from my late friend Rosemary. I think of her and the good times we had together, I think of how she helped me advance in my career, and perhaps most of all I think of the multitudes of handbags she used to send me. My eyes fill with tears, but then I smile...

 Finally, I ordered a bunch of pretty colored pens from Amazon. For me, they are a joy to look at, to hold and to write with. The resulting colorful texts cheer me up. 

This may sound a little silly, but I'm very glad it's so easy for me to find joy in my life. 

And none of it has gone away as I've aged.