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I Go to the Soft Places of My Heart

First of all, I have a tutorial on my sidebar on how to do a screenshot if you are interested. Just look to the right and it's down just below my blogging tutorial. Lately, while helping several people with the new blogger interface I really needed to see what they were seeing on their computers. It just wasn't going to work any other way. They didn't even know what I meant by screenshot so I helped them. Doing that made me think about others who don't know this wonderful tool. So take a look if you have any interest in knowing about it and how to do it on both Macs and PCs.
I am also going to tell you in a few days what I am going to do about the New Blogger Interface. I think it might be of some interest to some of you so stay tuned.
Whenever I need soothing or contemplative time, I go to those places in my heart that are soft. I have a soft heart but I also have a few hard areas. I try to let the soft be the dominant place but that isn't always the case. Life happens. People can be cruel and unthinking. I certainly am guilty of that. An evil presence can seep in at times. I try to ignore it but it isn't always possible. I'm working on it however. A book will always calm my soul, no matter if it's a thriller, spy, espionage or humorous. Reading always gets me out of myself. Perusing photos or magazines (which I buy less and less now because of prices) can really affect my sereneness.

Then a lunch out with a young friend can sooth the hard edges away. We're thirty plus years apart on the outside but we're the same age on the inside. That will never change with me. I have more experience but I'll always be 25 years old in my heart and head. Girl talk always excites me to no end. I prefer one-on-one with friends. More than that and it gets too complicated and frenetic or frenzied. We sit and chat for two hours while eating and just have a relaxing time. We call it "Girl Time."

Blogging is another way of soothing my soul and touching my soft places. I can spend hours in this romantic office putting pictures and words to paper. Okay, in this case, typing words to computer and uploading pictures, but it's the same outcome: it soothes me.

So, where do you go when you need soothing? I'd truly love to know. Could it be somewhere that looks like the cottage below? This beautiful place would definitely do it for me.

While beautiful, this is not a style I'm fond of. I don't care for stylistic art, which this painted wall is. I like the reality of a flower, not stylized.

I saw these recently on Sears' website and am thinking of buying them. But first I'll ask myself the question: Do I really need them and are they worth the money and can I live without them and not be sad? It depends on the day what my answer will be however. Maybe...and maybe not. But these are the kind of porch/lawn chairs we sat on with my grandma.

I have a fence gate like this but I doubt I can bring myself to dismantle it to achieve this look somewhere in my house or garden.

While I love the look of these french bistro chairs. and in this particular chair, the paint color also, they are absolutely not comfortable to sit in for any length of time.

Cute way to organize some things.

A place many of us would like to go to soothe the soft places in our hearts.

What a unique way of decorating your walls.

While I love the setting, if I did this in my backyard, the neighbors would run screaming from theirs it would be so traumatic for them. ;-)

The cane back chair is what drew me to this photo. Pinkaliscious!

Hubs just about a half hour ago informed me he's making me waffles for breakfast tomorrow. Sweet man!!
Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you run out to save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

This message was brought to you from a personal experience one day when our son was in his 20s, came home and just happened to sit and listen to us talk about the old days. He sat there fascinated for hours listening. He loved it and told us he'd never heard the stories before. POP! Wow, all of a sudden we weren't so boring anymore. He's now 49, been married for 25 years and doesn't find us boring at all now. Funny how that happened. {Wink}
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