your bag of antidotes to counteract badness

After reading the Sunday NYT this past week, and specifically Julia Rothman and Shaina Feinberg's weekly column on money in the business section (Scratch), I have decided an early post pandemic vacation destination will be Brooklyn.  To see Iris the bra-fitter. Seriously. How can you read this and not feel the need? Since Dottie and Mary Ann and I all want to go to New York, I guess I will have to see if they want fittings too. In which case, we may need an entire day. 

In my mind I planned out the whole trip while I had coffee by the Christmas tree. 

This frivolous wool gathering left time for just a short walk in the afternoon, where the light on the cottonwoods against a blue sky was pretty great.

After that, the very last of the garlands that go on the light fixture over the dining room table, were precisely placed to achieve the effortless jumbled together look. 

In the long run, all that matters is every time I walk by it, or glance at it from across the room, it makes me happy. Another antidote to the chaos of everyday life. I subscribe to the philosophy that your bag of antidotes to counteract badness should be small enough to be portable, but large enough to get you out of a variety of funks. 

Comments

[Emie]

Thank you for this post. There is a sense of calm in reading about rather "ordinary" tasks (hanging garlands) and thinking about travel in the future. Thank you for the work you're doing.

[Michelle Aldrich]

As from also wanting (needing!) to see Iris the Bra Fitter, your closing sentence is PURE GOLD. Thanks Carol. xo

[Carol]

Michelle: thanks for that. ❤️❤️❤️