Happy Monday!!!

Are all of you staying warm in this deep freeze that is supposed to end this week?  By Friday in my part of New England, it is supposed to be near 50 degrees.  Right now, it is 13 degrees.  Wild, right?

I came across a winter picture from my house in NY.  I always loved how my maple tree’s branches glistened after a storm.  But I do not miss shoveling snow!!!    🙂

Very quickly, did anyone catch the Golden Globes last night?  Shout out to “This Is Us” winner Sterling K. Brown!!!  So great to see legends like Shirley MacLaine & Carol Burnett there, too.  And so glad there were big wins for “Big Little Lies”, “Lady Bird” & “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”.  I saw all three and they were fabulous!!!  Plus, it is really nice to finally hear the conversations about valuing women with equal pay and zero tolerance for harassment.

Now that you have graciously allowed me my soap box moment, let me share with you my first vintage find from my first estate sale of 2018 (yes, I ventured out in this arctic freeze to dig, LOL!!!)

Pretty, right?  I do not have any blue dishes as I try to stay with plain ones or white ones with light pink patterns, but I just fell in love with the soft color and the delicate design.  The edge of the dishes and the cup handles are lined with silver.  I think it will be gorgeous on a fresh spring table.  I really love them and I am so happy I found a complete service for four.

Since it is Monday, it is time for music.  The song I have chosen for this week’s inspiration is a hauntingly beautiful ballad written by the man who also penned “American Pie”.  The first time I heard today’s song, it immediately reminded me of one of my favorite Robert Frost poems, “The Road Not Taken”.  I always felt an incredible ache every time I got to to the last stanza of the poem because I believed the author felt regret with the choice he made.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

But then I read the poem to a sage friend of mine who thought the author was actually happy with the road he took.  Suddenly I realized how myopic my thinking was.  Of course there are two sides to the poem.  There is to everything.  You just have to choose to see them.

I do not think I am alone in feeling like at one time or another, I may have gone in the wrong direction than where life intended to take me.  But I have come to believe that in the end every road I have taken is my intended journey through life, so…….

“There’s no need for turning back
‘Cause all roads lead to where I stand.
And I believe I’ll walk them all
No matter what I may have planned“.

Don McLean:  “Crossroads“.

Until next time, happy digging!!!