If I were a real blogger, there would be a video here for you– maybe a Vimeo or YouTube– and the background music would be the theme song from Wonder Woman, or perhaps Rocky. In the video, I would be dancing at the camera doing a “POW- POW” with my fists which would be encased in giant, white mittens with blue snowflakes stitched on top.
It’s likely that the dogs would also be featured (as unbeknownst to you all, Daisy and Henry both LOVE to dance. Seriously.)
Alas, as you all know, I am merely a hack in the blogging world and there is no mitten video here for you filled with wild, dance moves inspired by my recent viewing of This Is It (which can we just say that in my next life I TOTALLY want to be a back-up dancer– I really, really do). Instead, I will simply post a dumb as a sack of rocks photo of the mittens that–holy HELL, people! Really? You want to see the mittens? I could not be more surprised by the comment requests– you do realize that the reason I didn’t take a photo of them in the first place is because they are, doh– mittens.
The fact that they fill me with such happiness is despite the fact that there is nothing to see here. Nothing at all. That was my point.
But far be it for me to deny you sweet love bunnies anything you ask for– honestly, I’m totally your bitch. I was reading recently how women are incredibly sensitive to criticism. Tell a woman ‘that blue dress doesn’t flatter’ and damn, if it isn’t doused in gasoline and torched before sunrise–at the very least, she’ll never wear it again. (Apparently, according to this gender expert anyway, men do not respond to criticism . . at least not at all the same way as women do. There! A giant generalization rife for debate—> shout amongst yourselves!)
And so I was thinking, on the contrary– slather a girl’s head with positive reinforcement and watch her confidence grow. Point in case—>me.
Aside from the interest in the mittens (which, hello– y’all are weird about that), the number of emails I have received lately saying the absolute most heart-warming (heart-EXPANDING) things about the photos I am sharing here has had the most wonderful effect on my confidence.
(NOTE to self: you definitely respond best to love– avoid mean people).
One thing I will really miss* about roaming across this extraordinary landscape aside from the fields, the meadows, the stone walls, the multitude of streams, the pond, the hills, the light–oh my god the LIGHT–the trees and the flowers, of course– is the funny little buildings everywhere.
This is an old family estate and there are wee lodges and cabins and all manner of funky, creative wonder tucked in odd places, here and there.
Oops, my bad– I probably got distracted by trying to get a photo of those damn mittens, you know?
Meantime, HAPPIEST birthday wishes (a day late but I was totally thinking of you yesterday) to SAMBELINA!!