whenever i return from visiting our son max, i am always blue, so i am
grateful to rita for cheering me up with a generous honor. rita is a sweet
italian lady, who works as a personal assistant to a c. e. o. but dreams
of owning a 'petit french salon'.
i am amazed at the treasures she finds at flea markets. if i am ever
coerced (bribed) to go to one, i only see other people's old stuff. she,
however discovers antique silver tea spoons and fine china tea cups.
now, to my defense, she lives in italy, and i live in . . . can't tell you
that, but it ain't italy!
there are rules involved in this tagging scheme: i am supposed to tell
you ten things about me and then tag ten other blogs that i enjoy. it
would short circuit my synapses to think of ten remotely interesting
details of my life.
in fact, i wouldn't inflict that on my worst enemy, but i wish i had
thought of it when raising my teenagers. imagine the effectiveness
of this threat: "if you are not home by midnight, i am going to sit
you down and tell you TEN things about me!"
here are ten of my favorite blogs in alphabetical order. (that could be
a scintillating fact, "i can alphabetize.") i did not include personal
family blogs that might not want the outside attention.
a cottage in the woods
a haven for vee
a scrapbook of inspiration
bits and pieces
count it all joy
single and sane
the backs of my eyelids
ha ha! interesting fact #2: "i can't count, that's eleven blogs!"
if you have been tagged, you are completely released from following
ANY of the tagging rules. i checked with the king and queen of
"abraham believed God, and God counted it as righteousness."