It’s June but I’m not sure Mother Nature got the memo

It’s June but the last two days have been in the low 60s and upper 50s, Wisconsin weather gotta love it!  The cool air, rain drizzle, and fog over the lake puts me in a fall frame of mind.  I start thinking about warm chunky cable knit sweaters, leggings, boots, hot drinks, a good book, and a relaxing place to sit.

Comfy rain clothes

 

Sweater, Leggings, Boots, Bag

This outfit looks so comfy but I hope I don’t need to bother with heavy clothing for a couple of months.  Summer where are you??

 

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PS. I apologize for the poor looking fashion board, I didn’t have my laptop with Photoshop with me

Standing on the outside looking in

I’m standing outside in the cold damp grass watching the perfect family through their kitchen window.

The four of them sitting at the dinner table with a fine meal before them.  They lower their heads in family prayer and then begin to enjoy the feast.  They laugh at each others jokes and funny comments. Talk to each other about their day and what they would like to do after the meal. The dog and cat are even enjoying dinner next to each other without a hiss or bark.  It all looks picture perfect.

As they eat, talk, smile, and enjoy their company I can feel the cold earth beneath my feet begin to cave in. A black thorny vine starts to crawl slowly up my legs binding them together making small shallow cuts on its way.  Cold, damp, strong, and irresistible, it travels up my body consuming me to my neck.  It pulls me back into the damp darkness of which no light can find.

Where do you go to escape in your mind?

When every day life gets to be too much and you just need a break where do you go in your mind to relax and think everything through?  It would be great to be able to just take a mini vacation every time you need a break from it all but for most of us that is impossible.

For me I picture a quiet room with a large picture window. When looking outside the scenery is always a forest at the peak colors in Autumn.  A cream city brick wood burning fireplace, that never runs out of wood, is at the side of the room keeping it warm.  An overstuffed suede gray couch with black, teal, and white pillows, and a couple of white soft faux fur blankets sits in the middle of the room looking out the window yet angled toward the fire. There is a plush cream color rug, one that your feet sink into, in front of the couch on the old worn wood floor.  Next to the couch is a  dark-wood side table with a mint lavender tea in a pink cup and a soft black leather journal with the perfect weighted black ink pen sitting on top.  A stack of my favorite books in hard cover are on the floor in front of the table. And I am sitting in the middle of the couch in warm black leggings, oversized comfy Irish fisherman’s sweater with my hair falling across my face.  Meditating in my perfect room where I can relax and clear the fog.

Where do you go?

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My Evening

My Evening

My evening

I walk in the door and remove my coat and shoes. Drag my heavy bag of work up the stairs. I walk into the bedroom and remove my many pieces of adornments. Brush the day’s hairspray out of my slowly growing hair. Pin it up in a loose bun with small pieces still falling out. Turn on the water and attempt to wash the day off my face in hopes of seeing the real me. Walk in to the bathroom and remove all of my man-made constrictions and step into the awaiting lavender bath. Breathing deeply I exhale my stresses of the day away.

Once I emerge from the scented waters I am a relaxed woman ready for the next challenge.

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