It’s been mostly overcast and rainy for at least two weeks now.
I’m discovering that the weather greatly affects my pain level, ever since having my spine fused. Despite the pain, I shall redeem this time.
Today when the sun peeked out briefly, I stood outside even while the rain was still falling, so desperate to feel sun on my face.
Then the clouds moved in again and I tucked back in the darkness of my work space. But places don’t have to stay colorless and uncheered. I got out the beads.
They glistened and captured every speck of light. I didn’t want any light to get away.
I made petals and leaves and flower centers.
I use children’s teacups and dishes to hold flower components while I work. Here a child’s teacup holds stamens.
These vintage flower centers belonged to my grandmother. I’m looking forward to using them. Thank you so much, dear sister Donna for sending them!
Even though it is dark and rainy outside and there are no flowers blooming in the window, I have flowers blossoming on the table.
French Beaded flowers in a shoebox await stems and leaves.
Their edges are a bit crispy and tattered and the Valentine Roses can no longer hold up their heads.
I’m not about to part with a bouquet if it has even a speck of life in it.
I placed the musty bouquet on the table outside thinking perhaps a little sunshine might brighten them for a last hurrah.
But there was no sun. Instead, the sky darkened and the rain came down in streaks.
But these roses weren’t about to waste a good opportunity to glam up.
Like a group of aging women, they donned their crystal and went out one last time.
And I cheered them on.
I’m approaching the age to join their ranks. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I plan on seeing it and, even more so, participating.
You’re never, ever too old to sparkle. Don’t forget that!