Above is a photo I took for two reasons. One, to give Thea a blast of red (smooches, honey). Two, because that is what I am gazing at as I sit in my chair in the morning and the SUN POURS in . . out to my left is the window and this view:
Crappy shot, I know– but my point is not the photo but the subject (blue freaking sky and, um, SUN) and my apologies for the reflection of the sofa– but that is another thing I want to share although I didn’t take a photo of the full thing– another day.
Terri sewed this cushion cover (oh and MADE the cushion in the first place) while I stood by and handed her pins– never say I am anything but helpful! But she never saw it finished as Lauren and I sewed on all the buttons (well, technically Lauren sewed 12 of the buttons I sewed like, um, 5 . . but really, we did it together so who’s counting, right?)
So the real reason I came in here to write to you all is to say, remember how I had the BEST night of music ever? Well, of late I have been listening to the cd Write Me a Novel which was the playlist of the warm-up band and in particular, this song is KILLING me with its ability set my blood on fire. You may hate it– of course, you weren’t there that night to get infected with the passion of this band or their live performance that I can still see but I thought to share it anyway.
*And one of the lines in the lyrics is what I put in the title for this post.
Daisy: Oh dude– are you licking the floor?