Prezzie For Me

See that adorable canvas on the wall that looks like an old post card with a Scottie on it? That was a surprise that came in the mail yesterday! For me. Just because.

And, it was sent all the way from the Deep South where my friend via the blog world, Nancy, aka Big Pissy lives. She runs an adorable blog that is like snippets from a great magazine you love to look at for the photography, the color, the points of interest, the spots around town. I met her when I was following another blog...and though that connection is not in place any longer, I think it was only in place to lead me to Nancy's blog. I visit with her and smile.

I can't really explain what it is that her blog makes me feel. But, here's the feeling it evokes- it's like coming into a rich, quiet, library, where you can sit and relax and look at anything you like for as long as you want to stay there. You can watch people come and go, and wonder about the books they check out. You can feel the quiet and peace and the joy of experiencing parts of the world that aren't your every day.

You'll like her. She's warm, and flip and funny and dear. She loves to go junking, and Trader Joe's, and Target and Ikea, and shopping in general. Window shopping, farmer market shopping, just walking about and seeing the sights. She's your best gal pal on a Saturday morning excursion to some new corner in town that you always wanted to visit but never found the time. And, I wish we lived closer.



So, just like any good Shopaneesta, she's always on the look out for fun things for her friends who have a particular passion for something...and can you believe she found this?! Bought it for me and sent it. Yep! Just because she thought I'd like it. But, she's wrong. I don't like it; I adore it!

Here's the thing; I've looked at and almost bought this piece of art for myself a couple of times and at the very last moment held off. I know, imagine me showing restraint! But, now I think it's because as much as I would have loved it had I bought it, it means so very much more to me that Nancy would find it and send it to me, just because she hoped I'd love it.

And, I most certainly do. Thank you Nancy. I wish I could really tell you how much it means to me, but somehow, I think you know already.

I love it. It's perfect. Very much like you. Don't argue with me about that. I know the goods when I see them!

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Is Blessed