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Bowl Full Of Yuppies

I literally had to google what “yuppie” meant before posting this. I have heard the word used but I was not completely sure it defined what I was trying to describe. For those of you out there that do not know, yuppie means: “A young person with a well paid job and a fashionable life style.” Yeah, that sounds about right up the ally I was trying to go. I’m not by nature a mean person. But I do get vibes from people very quickly. I can decide whether or not I have a future with a person. Not as in romantic (obviously), but as in friendship. I’m getting major yuppie vibes from our new neighborhood.

I’ve witnessed groups of women huddled around each other in the middle of the street. I have been invited into one woman’s home that was high as hell off something. She then toured my house and stood in our bath tub. It is too emotionally exhausting to even explain so I am just going to continue on. I’m noticing that some of the women on our street dress, what I would consider to be, inappropriate. Everyone has this air about them that sucks the life out of me. It’s fake. All of it. If I could move our house to Charleston, SC things would be perfect. On the beach that is. Folly Beach.

There is a man that sits out in his front driveway under an umbrella. He smiles, waves, and watches. I feel assured that no criminal would ever get away from breaking into our house without a full identification from this neighbor. While walking our dogs we met him today. He seemed nice in a nosy type of way. After talking with him for a few minutes I was introduced to two other woman. They just walked up and started talking with us. Clearly, to find out who in the hell we were. One of the women took the time to read my shirt and compliment it. I’m not sure what that means. I just know this:

The neighbors think we are insane for the amount of trips with our mini trailer we made here (at least the one with the umbrella)
This neighborhood may or may not be a set for the Desperate Housewives
Due to COVID 19, everyone looks like they are on spring break in Cancun
Everyone seems to have a kid (s).
I need to drive a hell of a lot slower in this neighborhood so that I don’t hit one of these millions of kids. (kidding but not kidding kwim?).

Today, we FINALLY officially moved out of our old house. As in, there is nothing that we need to go back for. I’ve never been so relieved. That was the longest, hardest, most physically (and mentally) exhausting move that I have ever been through. Ever. Hopefully, I am wrong about the people here. I’m judgmental by nature because I think it helps me to understand my surroundings. Knowing what to expect and how to respond is important. It also keeps me from being able to escape a massive ball of anxiety.

Epic Fail Day & It Is Almost Over

I feel comatose. I’m not exactly sure the definition of that word but it sounds like my state of mind. Physically & emotionally, I am exhausted. The good news is, we have almost completely moved into the new house. I told my husband that we would qualify to be on the show “Hoarders” due to the massive quantity of crap (aka excessive decorations) we have everywhere. My garage sale pile is growing at a fast rate, thankfully.

This morning was eventful. I decided it would be a good idea to bring a plant stand into the kitchen. I needed something to put our Snake plant on. Well, the Snake plant stayed on the stand for maybe 30 seconds before it tipped over and shattered on the ground. There is nothing like seeing a massive pile of dirt & broken pottery in the middle of the kitchen. My husband came to the rescue but ended up clogging up the vacuum with styrofoam balls. Who knows how those got in the dirt pile. Our Cocker Spaniel, Charlie, at least once completely walked through the dirt mound. After locating the dust pan (it has been missing for days), we were able to get the dirt pile situation under control. Did I mention that our trash can has still not been delivered to our new house yet. Fun times.

Today honestly was a bit of an epic fail. We went to a gas station to grab a drink and happened to notice they had a hot bar of food. The first item that stood out was beans & rice. It looked questionable, but I figured it would be good protein. I got a side of that and some macaroni & cheese. With being a Vegetarian, the struggle is real. It is hard to find options when you are out. EVERYTHING seems to have meat in the ingredients. Anyway, by the time I got to the car and tasted the beans & rice I realized it was cooked with chicken broth. FML. The macaroni & cheese tasted like something I could not completely identify. Both ended up in the trash.

After the lunch attempt, we went on to Ollie’s. Or should I say, past Ollie’s. My husband asked me if I wanted to go there and I could not decide before we had passed it. He eventually found somewhere to make a U Turn. Ollie’s was having a pot sale. As in, plant pots. This definitely excited my husband, as he loves planting things. He kept asking me about really huge pots that were dark colors. Our styles are just different sometimes. I learned these things in Ollie’s:

Buggies (shopping carts) can only hold about 4 medium pots
Apparently, everyone in SC is gardening
For the first time, I felt I was in competition over flower pots
Deciding on which flower pots I should choose was equivalent to deciding how I want to die. (aka hard as hell)

I started with the idea to get nautical colored pots. I had these large white fish ones and this blue & white one. However, the colors did not seem right so I switched them out for multi colored fish pots. Then I decided to switch out the fish pots for a bird pot. From there I had to decide if I wanted any mini pots to go along with them. All while trying to remind myself what my husband was going to be planting in them for me. Getting caught up in buying an item because it is “cute” is a dangerous thing. Most women get caught in that web. After my husband had checked on me twice and I was still deciding, he started laughing. He had already found his pots and done a lap around the store. You know my husband was bored when he comes back with a pack of new tooth brushes. Logic aside, I finally decided on three bohemian looking pots. This was after stress, sweating, and dare I say panic. Pot panic that is.

After the Ollie’s adventure and spending almost $100 on pots… we headed over to Costco. Costco is supposed to save people money. And yet, I guarantee the majority come out spending more. They have a huge selection of items that appeal to women, men, and children. Everything from flat screens, beach chairs, garden plants, etc. We came out of there spending $87. It is crazy to look at your total and then see what you have in your buggy. A few of the things we grabbed were some milk, bananas, snacks, frozen stir fry, cereal, and cat food. It is fucking expensive to live.

Oh, on top of the shopping bill, my skin in Costco decided it wanted to have an allergic reaction. I was wearing a sleeveless top with some embroidery at the top. This embroidery has never bothered me before. In the store I started to feel itchy, as if my skin wanted to high tale it off my body. That is never a good sign. We looked for a shirt we could buy so that I could take the one I had on, off. Unfortunately, there were none. Even though my husband had been driving all day he drove us home, which I greatly appreciated. I could not get out of that shirt & bra fast enough when I got home.

My husband, dogs, and I am sure at least 2 cats are asleep in the bed we have downstairs. We are supposed to make 1-2 more trips over to the old house to get what is left. I’m thinking at this point, that may be happening tomorrow. I’m about to go feed the pets, let them out, and then probably lay down. I just wanted to write an update before I did that. It has been a crazy few weeks that is for sure. I’m relieved we chose this house. The yard is large & fenced, the front door actually stays closed (don’t ask), the tubs are made large enough for a human body, and there are extra rooms. Once we complete our move from the old house, I think we will feel a lot better.

Am I Ok?

What does this question even mean, “Am I Ok?.” It is incredibly general like, “how are you doing?” Society expects people to say the generic: “yes, I’m good thanks!” Or, I’m doing well!” I’m beginning to doubt whether anything is actually real in this world. Including people & their answers. I got asked “Am I Ok?” tonight as a response to a Facebook post I made. It came from a parent who should know my mental state like the back of their hand. But they don’t.

What I want to say is: When exactly is the last time you checked on me? (Other than now). Maybe a few years ago when we passed each other at Starbucks? Do you think that you deserve an honest explanation to that personal question? I’ve seen you maybe 3-4 times in public in the last 12 years. You don’t even know how I like my coffee.

It’s not ok to suddenly become interested in me as a person because I bring up a mental illness topic on social media. If you want to talk, why not start with “what have you been doing with yourself for the last 11 years?” Talk about a broad spectrum of topics that would unearth.

I feel sad because I know if you knew me today it would have meant you stayed in my life. During all the moments my heart broke, you would have listened. When I battled depression you would have loved me through it. You would know that I bring awareness to mental illness and hopefully, you would have been proud of that.

It has been incredibly hard to go it alone all these years. Marriages, divorces, loss, mental illness, body image issues, and the list goes on. Why did you never call and just say “I’m sorry.” Acknowledge & own what happened. This could have reversed our track. Maybe we would not be in two separate worlds.

The reality is though that you didn’t call. There was no apology. And to this day I’m incredibly doubtful that you own anything that happened.

You post on everything I put on Facebook. Usually, shortly after I even post it. How do you not understand that this is violating. It’s like you are forcing yourself into a cracked door. Kindness unlocked that door and peaked out. It did not welcome you in. In so many ways, you are breaking in. Into my life. Into my privacy. And into a role that you walked away from years ago.

So let’s shift off the topic of whether or not I am ok. Instead, I want to tell you that your strategy to comment constantly through social media is not ok. This is not how relationships heal or even begin for that matter. It’s suffocating and stressful. It’s almost 1 AM and I am wide awake feeling triggered as all hell. I need you to stop. The door I cracked is closing. I’m about to reach for the lock.

You put me out, changed the locks, and dragged all my items onto the garage floor. I remember you drove by and watched me while you were on the phone. To this day, over 10 years later, I still remember that night. I know you think that is the night you left me. But sadly, I had left you long before. You actually saved me by shunning me.

The facts are:

I escaped you.

I continue to recover from you.

I go to trauma therapy & take pills to survive you.

I have nightmares about you weekly.

All I want you to do is let me LIVE.

Allow me to be OK.

Stop causing me trauma.

Let me heal.

Then, we can discuss the topic of whether I am ok.

Moving With Anxiety

Something about me is that when I start cleaning (or packing) I have a hard time stopping. There is nothing wrong with being on a roll but I take it to the extreme where I about break my back. I have to force myself to stop moving & panicking. I’m sure it is an anxiety thing. I just went and counted the number of bins & boxes that I stuffed today. There are 4 gray large bins and 12 Priority size boxes. That is way more then I thought I packed.

I did do a Starbucks run this afternoon. I was slightly worried that the baristas were going to spit in my coffee, as I arrived there 5 minutes before they closed. My coffee was accidentally made iced but they were awesome and remade it, while allowing me to keep the other one for free. My husband got a Vanilla Creme Frappachino with an iced coffee on the side. Once I arrived back with the coffee, I grabbed my book:

My Coffee & My Cat :

Snuggs is obsessed with this mustard colored knit blanket.

And headed outside to lay on the lawn chair. I’ve decided that reading outside is not so bad. It’s a way for me to get sun and yet not move at the same time. For Snuggs & I, it works. I’m almost done with my book called “That’s Mental.” After I finish that one, I will move on to the new Scott Peterson one I got the other day. And by “new” I mean Goodwill for $1. True crime is not a topic I read about much anymore but his case continues to fascinate me.

I’m going to end on the latest thing that I have created at night. For some reason, night time is when I make sporadic decisions. Normally, they consist of online purchases. As you can see above, I am the new owner of a stained glass clock from Mercari. Here are two true facts. 1. It was $9. 2. I was not even positive this morning if I in fact bought it. After double checking, I can confirm that I did.

A few nights ago, I decided to start a mental illness Instagram page. I still have my personal one at : https://www.instagram.com/farmnsunflowers . However, I decided that I wanted an additional account to just post mental illness awareness things too. Realistic, funny, and relatable type material for those of us that live isolated (I’m not referring to COVID-19)…. I’m talking about a lifestyle. I will see how it goes. If you are interested in checking out my new page & supporting my cause, click the link here: https://www.instagram.com/shelterfromherstorm . Hopefully it will help people (and myself) on hard days.

I’m off to help haul all the boxes I packed over to the new house. Thankfully, my husband is loading the trailer and driving. So I should be alive tomorrow for an update. (sarcasm)

Shopping Online At Night

I seem to make my online purchases at night. Anyone else? Retail stores do not interest me (other than Goodwill). Small businesses on Poshmark & Mercari just have a charm that draws me in. I often find things that I am lacking in my life when I am laying in bed. Just a piece of advice… try to make your purchases in the morning after you have had breakfast. Your reasoning will probably be much better. Since I never do that though, I wanted to tell you about a $12 purchase I made tonight on Mercari.

For some reason, despite the fact that we are trying to relocate our mass amounts of decorations, I felt the need to search for “wind chimes” tonight on Mercari. Because everyone needs a wind chime before they have even gotten their couch into the house, right? -_- All I can say is that sometimes I just crave things that inspire me. When I saw an item that combined beads, drift wood, and wind chimes it was over. I was purchasing it. All of the colors drew me in. If Bella can be addicted to catnip then I am totally entitled to be addicted to colors. Her catnip leaves are cheaper though…

This late night purchasing saga does not end here though. The seller was really nice and contacted me to thank me for my purchase. I messaged her back saying that I may have to get some of her smooth stones she sells in the future. She responded, saying she would send me some with this purchase and that she may have to purchase from me. I, of course, thought she was just being nice. Turns out, she was serious. She found a poetry book & journal in my store that she liked. I gave her a good deal on the poetry book and told her I would throw in the journal. She seemed very pleased with this and purchased quickly. That never happens. I had to write about that fun scenario that played out nicely tonight.

When I shop at night I also tend to be drawn to books and jewelry. I’m not a girl that likes designer anything. Even Rae Dunn feels excessive to me. Give me vintage treasures all day long. I want to wear & represent timeless items with stories. One of my favorite necklaces is a pocket watch one. Bohemian, Moroccan, Gypsy anything is where you will find me. As far as books go, I love reading (and collecting) true crime books. I do not read them like I used to but there are still certain cases I am interested in. It is intriguing to me to figure out WHY people make the decisions that they do. And also, HOW they can sometimes get away with it. (That part can anger as much as intrigue me).

I’m going to crash again soon. I saw again because I laid down earlier for a while. There is so much movement involved in moving. It just occurred to me that it is called “moving” because your body (not just your furniture) moves a whole hell of a lot. That was definitely a light bulb moment. Anyway, off to go browse items on Poshmark & Mercari that I may try to purchase another night. Please pray that I will donate as many things as I purchase. That way, I will not end up on the TV show, Hoarders.

The Moving Chronicles

I lost track of how many trips my husband and I took over to the new house today. We just kept filling up the trailer and riding over there. I had a minor panic attack when at one point he was trying to do a U Turn in a daycare parking lot and got a bit stuck. His exact words were “you may have to get out and stop traffic.” In his mind, this would make it easier for him to pull the trailer out of the driveway we were in. In my mind, I could tell death was near. Despite my immense enthusiasm to jump out in front of the cars to try to stop them, he managed to get us turned around without this event.

Yesterday, I fell asleep after I got home from the thrift store. I’m truly trying to NOT go there several days a week. However, I had a friend that wanted to buy a canvas from me. We met at Goodwill and ended up shopping there for a few hours. I came across this great angry cat & coffee pitcher. It just made me want to laugh. For $2.99, I scooped it up. My friend agreed that it was great. A customer in line also requested to see the bottom of the pitcher because, she too, liked it. Nothing like showing off a “Home Goods” sticker. I will honestly sell anything that inspires me though. Dollar Store, Walmart, Home Goods, Thrift Store, Etc.

While it was fun shopping, I was zapped when I got home. Think of a bug getting smashed by a swatter & that was me. I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, I told my husband I felt like I was a pancake that had been run over by an 18 wheeler. He thought that sounded pretty flat so he came over to make sure I still had curves haha! Over every quality (other than being Christian), I think you need to be with someone that makes you laugh. It’s so important. Laughter will be your light house when everything goes dark. And believe me, at some point, it will.

Sometimes I could swear she loves him more than me. But I refuse to believe it.

I’m hoping in this new neighborhood we are moving to that we will find some friends. Or humans to talk too. Either would be an improvement. It’s been really socially hard since leaving Charleston, SC. I’m used to a certain level of friendliness and manners that is just non existent here. Less rain is something I am also used to. The weather is like a rollercoaster, which I think plays a big role in my plummeting immune system & daily emotional state. Don’t I just sound like a fucking ray of sunshine tonight?

All in all, today has really not been too bad. I was proud of my husband for putting so much work into loading the trailer and taking us back and forth. It would be nice to think we would do the same thing tomorrow but that is setting the bar a bit high. I’ve been wishing we were extreme minimalists. Like the people who can roll their bed up and carry it on their back. What an easy move it would be if that were the situation for us. I cannot understand how I decluttered over 10 priority boxes full of crap and yet, we still have tons of decorations. I’m feeling another decor purge coming on when we move.

My husband is currently making terrifying tree shadows on our wall. It is 10 PM and he is over at his plant shelf checking on his “kids.” He was holding up one of the Japanese Maples he is trying to root and it cast a scary looking shadow on the ceiling. A few of his roses that he tried to root did not make it so he took them back outside (most likely to reuse the dirt). He is 110% boy. Dirt, sweat, bugs, or other grotesque things do not bother him. A few days ago I went almost an entire day without a shower. That is as adventurous as I get. Take away my shower and coffee and a documentary could be made on how crazy I go. I can see it on my tombstone now “she went out decaffeinated & greasy.”

Nightmares

Last night I had a long nightmare about trying to get away from someone. I first tried to reason with them, then console them, and then escape them. Apparently, the house caught on fire and the person that was chasing me was downstairs, while I hid in the attic. I have no knowledge of how the fire started but I know I was in a desperate state to survive. The person chasing me, ended up living. This is important to note because I am not a killer. Not even in my nightmares. Not even too that which chases me. You don’t have much control (if any) when you are asleep though. And yet, I still take these horrific visions I have personally.

What I do know is that my nightmares are tied to my past. I’m aware of who is chasing me, though I will not write their name. They don’t deserve the satisfaction that they are still somehow victimizing me. They come to me often at night, since they can’t get close during the day. Waking up from these kinds of nights is awful. My hair is a hot tangled mess. I’m exhausted beyond belief. And the morning has not even started. I actually fell back asleep after getting up this morning. Thankfully, I woke up in time to set a short alarm before my counseling appointment.

I’m so tired of running, grief, and lack of understanding. It’s hard to figure out if I isolate myself or if the world isolates itself from me. Nature and sunshine is definitely calming, when I gather the strength to be in it. It rained yesterday though so I think everything is wet out there. So is my soul. My husband is on a business call, laundry needs to be done, dishes are stacking up, things need to get packed…. fuck. I am over it. Change. Rollercoasters. And trying to figure out how to survive them both. I’ve started having chronic headaches which is fun. I’m pretty sure that my brain is trying to explode from stress.

Brain Overload & Goodwill

It is hard to describe how it feels to be me. I can describe the weather, my pets personalities, or my husbands habits. But putting energy into giving myself a definition is not something I know how to do. I can tell you that I feel overloaded. With exhaustion. With stress. With sadness. With confusion. I’ve started having regular headaches daily which has been thrilling. (NOT) When I upped my medications a few weeks ago I started to get them. After a week of trying to push through it, I gave up and went back to my normal dose. Unfortunately, the headaches did not stop. It is 3:30 PM and I want to get in the bed and lay there until tomorrow.

This is fun times considering we are moving starting tomorrow. Thankfully, last week I was able to put items into plastic containers that we got from Target. There are still things to be packed though. I would not be surprised if I just put them all into a basket and have them ride co-pilot with me over to the new house. I’m literally at that point where I don’t know what to do. Hopefully, tonight I will find strength to pack more.

Our Cocker Spaniel, Charlie, is laying on the ground wagging his little nubby tail in his sleep. It’s so dam cute. Why can’t I have dreams like that? Nightmares are all I ever have. Someone is always dying, getting hurt, tortured, I’m being chased, etc. What would a dogs version of a nightmare be? Charlie’s would probably be his inability to reach a tennis ball that he can clearly see. Like the squirrel in Ice Age, always chasing after the nut that gets away. Lucky for Charlie, he clearly found his tennis ball in today’s dream.

The book I’m reading is “That’s Mental.” It is relatable and funny, which I am enjoying. I can only read it in small doses though because it is so relatable. It’s almost as if I am reliving or being taught about mental illness. Even on my best day, that does not sound like my idea of a good time. I do think it is important though to educate myself on topics that apply to my life. Being informed helps me feel less alone. More sane if you will. That in and of itself is worth reading the book.

Goodwill has FINALLY opened back up. If that is not cause for a celebration, I do not know what is. It is refreshing just to be in an environment where I can focus on other things (that are not my emotions). Like being amongst the books. There is something magically unsaid about surrounding yourself with characters & stories. When I used to work in childcare, I learned about “redirecting” children when they are acting out as opposed to punishing. You could say that the thrift store is my redirection.

Sadly, my husband no longer enjoyed thrift shopping. We both used to get into doing it but times have changed. People’s interests change. I of all people should know that. Everyday, I seem to like a new set of things. Thankfully, thrift shopping has been pretty consistent in my life. It’s just hard not having friends to ever go with. On a daily basis, I tend to feel very alone. Most of that is my illness. Some of it is my reality. It’s hard to separate the two.

As far as what we got from the thrift store…. well….. several items. Somehow, the massive world globe for $4.99 had to come home with us. Along with a plant stand, set of galvanized angel wings (thanks to my husband finding them), brass horse, metal beaded flower, books, etc. We also stopped at a second Goodwill in SC and picked up a few more items. Currently, I can’t even remember what we got. Then today, we went back a 2nd time to one of the Goodwills. I spent under $9 on some books. Can you tell that I have a thing for buying books? When I am stressed, I want all the books. Or the true crime & advice ones anyway. My husband went outside to play on his phone while I finished looking at the books. He tries to be very patient with me but I can tell when he wants to go home.

Making a goal list may help me not go lay down. So let’s see, tonight I will pack (at least) 4 boxes. I will feed the pets. I will go get my husbands car with him that is at Firestone. I will work in my business journal some, if I can come up with some new ideas. Or anything for that matter. Ready. Set. Go! (Not) But I will do those things. Because I said I will. And strength is one of the few things I seem to always be able to reach for when in desperation. Or exhaustion. Or whatever the hell this is.

UPDATE: I did pick up my husband’s car with him (we also ran by another Goodwill…), I packed several boxes (more than 4!!), I fed all the pets, and am about to go lay down. I’m going to bring my business notebook in there with me even though I have no idea what to write. Having depression is like having rusty wheels in your brain. They literally don’t want to turn, even though they have a story to tell.

EXPENSIVE to LIVE

I’m sitting here feeling so burned out. I’m debating about whether or not I even have the energy to eat dinner. It is not like I ran a marathon today. But I did wake up, make the bed, take the dogs out, pack up some of the office, take pictures for Poshmark & Mercari, list some items, go to the grocery store, and I think that is about it. That was a lot for me to do, considering I am working with like -100% energy. If you have a mental illness, I know you understand where I am coming from.

I went to the Walmart Family Market because it is closer to our home and (supposedly) cheaper than other grocery stores. When I left, I’m ashamed to say that my bill was $160. For TWO people. I do not know when I have ever spent that much at the store. I got some bread items, cereals, salad items, trail mix ingredients, black bean burgers & sweet potato fries, some frozen vegetables, chips, granola bars, peanut butter crackers, and some fruit. Some how I managed to spend what it would take me two days to make being a Veterinary Assistant back in the day. -_-

This is a picture of me before I go into Walmart. Notice how I am trying to pose but, as always, something is wrong. There is a hair stuck in my eyelash it appears.

Anyone else over this social distancing thing? Ugh, it is miserable having to always wear a mask. Thankfully, I had some new masks come in that I ordered from Ebay forever ago. I’ve tried wearing the cloth ones but they have never fit my face right. It’s interesting to see how some people take the mask wearing very seriously while others decide to not wear one. I was prefer to er on the side of caution and keep something hot & uncomfortable covering my mouth right now. With my immune system, it is better to not roll the dice.

Currently I am reading Thats Mental By Amanda Rosenberg. I’m on the fence about how I feel about it. I will have to let you know when I am deeper into the book. I’ve definitely laughed at some of the statements, as they are relatable. I read a chapter today that discussed disassociating & feeling numb. That chapter really hit home with where I am in my life right now. At the same time, I almost feel this book would be more helpful for someone trying to understand mental illness, as opposed to someone experiencing it. It’s worth the read for me though. I’m realizing I greatly appreciate writing that has relatable sarcasm with a ring of truth.

Grizzly decided to sit on my brush when I was about to dry my hair earlier. He felt that if he licked my dryer (it was off) and plopped on my brush that this would enhance his chance of getting pets. Grizzly is such a sweet cat that it is hard to not love on him. When the hair dryer comes on though, he quickly disappears. Unlike my husband and chihuahua that will come lay on the bed specifically to listen to the noise.

Daisy Shopped At Lowes

Tonight, my husband, dog, and I went to Lowes to look at the flowers. Thankfully, Daisy took her poop in the grass outside as opposed to in the flower section. My Chihuahua has my husband wrapped around her finger (in case you could not tell). He collected her leash and a towel from the house to bring with us on her flower outing. I’m sure this greatly lowered her anxiety, as she was more comfortable on her cushion.

I got the feeling that Daisy preferred when my husband pushed the buggy too. He has become her personal Uber. I was sure to hold up some flowers for her to smell on her journey around Lowes. Daisy did not seemed overly thrilled with the succulent section though. One thing I have not done yet is smelled a succulent. I don’t blame Daisy for wanting to move on.

After looking in the pot section (I’m referring to PLANT pots) we quickly went outside. The pots at Lowes are very expensive. I’m used to finding them at the thrift store. I hope the thrift stores open back up before next year. I’ve tried to be very careful with my face mask, hand washing, and hand sanitizing but I am over this social distancing thing. It was nice to go outside and look at the flowers. I’ve been getting outside a lot more.

I did not make it out of Lowes without purchasing anything. Shocker right? I happened to find a “Fresh Cut Flowers” sign on a discount table. It was $6.23, which for the size I thought was a good deal. I also really liked rustic farmhouse style of the sign. After reading The Nesting Place, I have a whole new outlook on decorating. I now feel more confident when it comes to making our house a home.

This book taught me that it is important to silence a room. Meaning, taking all the trinkets and excess items out of it to make it less busy. Then, to study the room and figure out what exactly it is that I need to change (Ex. Paint Color, Moving Furniture Around, Etc). If you need a different way to look at decorating, I highly recommend this book.