Friday, August 23, 2013

Dirty Lttle Secret


We all have (at least) one – right?

Last week, one of my daughters, while packing her place up, found that she had collected a mass of magazines.  She confessed that she was a bit of a glossy print hoarder.   
With her tongue thoroughly imbedded in her cheek, she wondered aloud where she got this trait.

We both knew the truth.



This sent me on a journey throughout my house this morning, hunting and gathering anything that had a subscription label on it, and at least two dog-eared pages. It wasn’t hard.  Nooks and crannies, corners and cabinets were scoured as periodicals were rounded up.

There were plenty of stacks.  I toyed with the idea of adding another leaf to the table so it could support the collections.  If my daughter had a mass – I had a critical mass. 
As I sorted through the varieties of design, improvement and enrichment – I wondered where I, myself, had gotten that trait. 
 It was my mother.   
She did not have the opportunity to grow up with many books, so as an adult, she collected them as treasures.  Piles of them neatly on shelves and end tables abounded.   
A gift of a coffee table book resulted in her having a look of wonder and awe.   
She cherished them. 


I have already shared my love of books with you, and to be honest – I don’t love the magazines.  But I do cherish what they represent…just as my mom did...and perhaps my daughters:

There’s always room for improvement.
Beauty is everywhere.
Possibilities are endless.
So are subscriptions.

1 comment:

  1. Ha! Especially subscriptions... Unless of course they go out of print, then it's just sad. Love this post :)

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