In Which Some Truths Are Realized

June so far seems to be rumbling steadily along. The past week has kind of been a blur, I’ve partly been in a daze and have been working longer hours than usual. A few truths about myself have been realized and more deeply seeded. I don’t know if you will view these realizations as negative, but as I get older (my birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks!) I’ve grown to accept certain truths about myself, whether they’re good or not. As Popeye would say “I yam what I yam, and dats what I yam.

Adored Vintage | Vintage Floral Dress

Truth No. 1: I don’t like groups of children together. Call me old fashioned, but I believe children should be respectful towards their elders, strangers, and people in general. Unfortunately I witnessed one too many cases this week of unruly children. And what is even worse is the behavior of the adult in these situations. To respond either by yelling or ignoring the child! It’s awful! Parents that do not control their children in public settings irks me beyond belief! A crying infant on a plane, well there’s not much you can do. But allowing your children to play tag in a grocery store or not tell them to be mindful of other people when they’re holding melting ice cream cones so close to your Edwardian dress…

You know once I told a child “Can you say PLEASE, please?” and he looked at me like I had grown horns and a tail. Manners people! Teach your kids some damn manners!

Perhaps it is because I was raised in a different way. In the Philippines we have titles for those older than us. And if you are introduced to someone older than you, you “bless” them by taking their hand and lightly touching it on your forehead. Similar to kissing the top of their hand, except you just do it on your head.

Truth No. 2: I really like my alone time. And if you interrupt it, I am irked for hours or even the whole day! It might be I am just starting my slow metamorphosis into a grouchy old grandma. I don’t know. For instance, I had plans this week to take a nice little drive through the country for a bit of solitary wandering, listen to birds, lay in a field to watch clouds, and then pick flowers. And every single time I pulled off somewhere, there were already people there! I don’t know why this annoyed me so much. At one point in the car I just cried out with exasperation “Why can’t you all just leave me alone! Go home!

Truth No. 3: I hate being inconvenienced by things that really shouldn’t be inconvenient. I won’t express further because I’m already starting to get a little annoyed just recounting all the irritable things that happened this week.

Truth No. 4: I strongly dislike talking on the phone. Unless I call you (which will be almost never). This isn’t a new truth though. My husband, who is a chatter and without fail calls me every day just to see how my day is. Yes, YES. This is very, very sweet. However, when I am in the middle of writing product descriptions and my brain is elsewhere, chatting on the phone is such a hard yank into another reality. My brain just doesn’t switch that quickly. So, my first reaction is of annoyance (that is, if I do answer the phone.)

All, right… that’s enough realized truths for now because this has become a very WHINY post. Let’s end on a positive note shall we?

POSITIVE THINGS…

I stopped by a new little shop this week and found new additions for my wardrobe. Cream, crochet, and Edwardian. The perfect trio.

I also got two new vintage floral dresses that I adore and will probably wear all summer. I’m wearing one right now (it’s the one I’m pictured in)

I found this missing piece to my sewing machine I’ve been looking for. Huzzah! Let the projets d’ete begin!

My French is improving!

I started to germinate some of my seeds! I started with some Bachelor Buttons. They’re so cute!

My hair is long enough to curl. I’m done cutting it for awhile. I miss my Mermaid locks.

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