My Large Mirror

I'm trying to move to a more minimal lifestyle. The old materialistic, have-to-have-lots, accumulation days have given way to the one-more-stupid-thing-to-dust days.

I have a beautiful full-length cheval mirror. I don't use it much because I really don't do the head to toe, dress to impress thing that often. It's mostly a toy for the Babiest to push back and forth while making dents in the wall. I've been thinking of either sending it away or at least moving it to the attic for a while to see if I really miss it.

This morning my perspective changed when I received this in a forwarded email. Look closely at an area that will get you slapped for looking at in real life. It's hard to see in the smaller image here. I don't know who took the large smiley face photo in order to offer credit, but it does give one pause for thought doesn't it? I think I will just put up with the dents in the wall in order the have the security of not making such wardrobe errors. Then again, the fact that I wouldn't be caught dead in something even remotely resembling the foundation garment in the picture does give me a bit of emotional security.

And it makes me miss the by-gone days of slips. Boy I'm old!!

Sissy's New Pet

Sissy has a very obnoxious way of telling us something isn't right in her world. We call it her "snake bark." She's identified many snakes so we feel confident with the name. Yesterday morning came a bark that can only be identified as a not-quite-a-snake bark. Close, but not the same thing.

The boys wouldn't let me investigate without proper protective measures. I grabbed a spatula (plastic, of course, since the stainless steel one was in the dishwasher) and took off to the backyard.

Here's what we found.



He's a cute little guy, about 8 inches long and apparently very scared. We put the not-so-bright one in her box inside so the new pet could get away in peace. It took the opportunity and moved. They really have a bum rep with the slow thing...this one could move! It moved toward the fence and must have finally got out.

Then again, I'm hearing a something is not quite right bark right now. Maybe he's back for a playdate. If he is then perhaps they should be known as not-so-bright animals instead of very, very slow animals. Sissy will share the title.