I am linking to Two Shoes Tuesday
the prompt this week is
I have worked in furniture stores for over 20 years. When I first went to work selling furniture all I knew about furniture was what I liked and didn’t like. Over the years, I learned a lot! How things are made, what to look for in construction and materials. That high price doesn’t always mean quality, but cheap does usually mean lack of quality. Most people don’t have a clue what they like, some think it is a pain to buy furniture, and others find the process interesting and fun. There are those who just want something to fill the space and don’t care what it looks like or if it fits their lifestyle. Then there are those that only care about what it looks like, that it is the thing to have now and if it has the right “name” on it. Most people have a budget and sometimes it isn’t realistic and for some people a budget isn’t even considered. I also learned that it doesn’t matter what I like, everyone is different and there really aren’t rights and wrongs. Well, sometimes there are wrongs but we won’t go there now.
Some things I learned about myself while working in furniture stores:
I have a “style”, sort of shabby chic but not really, traditional with a contemporary feel. I like color but have learned to tame it a bit…same with pattern. I like comfort if something isn’t comfortable I don’t want it. It is important to me that my home be a place that is welcoming and has a peace about it. A place you can put your feet up and relax. For me, a home must be cozy, comfortable, calm, a sanctuary from the craziness of the outside world.
Today I am linking to In Other Words and Two Shoes Tuesday The prompts are
In Other Words “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.” Dorothy Bernard Two Shoes Tuesday You or I
I don’t know about you, but I have dealt with a lot of fear in my life.
Some real fears and some imagined.
Often imagined fear, the what if’s, is worse than real fear.
Anxiety is the “what if” imagined kind of fear.
I used to deal with it all the time.
Not a day went by that I wasn’t afraid of what might or could happen.
There were times I couldn’t leave my apartment.
There were panic attacks.
I knew about the power of prayer from my gramma, but I wasn’t convinced.
I thought maybe it was a coincidence when prayers were answered.
Then I gave it a shot. At that point, I figured I had nothing to lose.
At first my prayers were tentative. I was afraid to pray. “What if” it didn’t work?
Then I bargained. I will do this or that if my fear will be taken away.
Finally, my prayers became less about how to not be afraid to how to have courage.
I learned prayers are answered.
Maybe not instantaneously or the way I want them answered but
they are answered in the way that brings the greatest blessing.
Have I conquered fear?
No, but it doesn’t overwhelm and imprison me like it once did.
Fear and anxiety are not everyday occurrences anymore.
There are times it threatens and times it takes over but I have learned to pray
for the courage I need to face those real and imagined fears.
Now I know prayers are answered and it is not coincidence.
This sewing basket was given to me many years ago.
I can’t remember if it was for Christmas or my birthday.
It is one of my favorite gifts. I love practical gifts that are useful.
Before I received this I used an old cookie tin to hold my sewing notions
The tin was fine except it was a bit small, hard to open, and ugly.
So, now I have a sewing basket that is a good size, easy to open, and pretty,
I am thankful for the gift and very thankful for the friendship
of the person who gave it to me.
Every time I see the basket or take it out to use it I think of her
and her thoughtfulness and how much she means to me.
So here it is Friday and time to think about Celebrating the Small Things.
I don’t like grocery shopping, but as I was shopping today I realized I have never been really hungry. Oh, I have been hungry but there has never been a time that I did not have food available to me. There have been times that it was a stretch to pay for groceries, but there has always been enough money. And when the week lasted longer than the food someone would invite me to supper or bring me leftovers from their family meals. Thinking about this made the shopping if not fun at least less of a chore.