I’d thought of doing a yarn along this week but I’m working on the same boring thing (aka the blue socks) so, instead, I thought I’d just post some photos of my day.
I had a doctor’s appointment after school today. The wait wasn’t too awful, but the book I’d brought just wasn’t what I was in the mood to read. So I decided to sort through my purse. Jessica linked to a Big Purse Dump which was fun. I love to see what other moms carry in their bags. For years mine had everything but the kitchen sink in it although in recent years it’s gotten more manageable. We are also reading Langston Hughes’ short story, “Thank You, Ma’am,” which describes the huge bag of Mrs. Louella Bates Washington Jones so I thought it was as good a reason as any to snap a quick photo. I won’t actually take photos of what’s inside because, well, it’s not really interesting. Wallet, MomAgenda, Roald Dahl stories that I wasn’t in the mood for, a gift card for a manicure, my referral to the doctor, too many receipts, and a black bag filled with my migraine medications. See? Not terrible interesting.
What I am actually reading is The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton. I’m feeling a bit blue at the end of Downton Abbey and, although she’s American, Wharton’s novels generally have that feel to them. Well, with the exception of Ethan Frome, perhaps. Anyhow, there is this line from the novel which has stayed with me the last few days -
“As she entered her bedroom, with its
softly-shaded lights, her lace dressing-gown lying across the silken
bedspread, her little embroidered slippers before the fire, a vase of
carnations filling the air with perfume, and the last novels and
magazines lying uncut on a table beside the reading-lamp, she had a
vision of Miss Farish’s cramped flat, with its cheap conveniences and
So I began to think about carnations. I usually look past them because they’re a bit dull. Like the filler of every cheap little floral arrangement. But this line reminded me of my teenage love for Crabtree & Evelyn Carnation Soap which does have a very definite fragrance. The fact that these flowers were in a cameo pink decided things. They came home with me. Sometimes, or frequently, a girl needs some flowers.
And then, to fully round out my day, I came home to a surprise in the mail. A friend found this in a shop where we used to live and she said she knew immediately I had to have it. It was completely unexpected and completely wonderful. It’s a little book of short stories, filled with Scottish dialect which I’ve had fun trying to read aloud. I’ve gotten strange looks from the kids but I’m having fun with it just the same.
A good Wednesday. One more day of teaching and a field trip to Sturbridge to round out the week. Hopefully those days go as nicely as this.