just Glass...

It is lovely to surf around blogworld at to see what everyone is up to with their style, their accessories and their gorgeous tastes. Glass jars with lids caught my eye although a lot of the ones featured were more sculpted and curvy. I have a sleeker palate  with a love for straight lines and solid shapes so it was with joy that I found these jars at Christmas to fill with goodies. Now I have only just arranged them as it has rained heaps here and I had some difficulty getting my sand dry, like really dry. So, it is with delight I have positioned them in my favourite little nooks. They currently have a beach theme (as you might expect with sand involved) and viola, here they are. I am waiting for the sea grass to flower so I can grab some to add but for now I am rather pleased....

 Ciao for now...
 

Lost!...

Dear Glasses

I know I didn't appreciate you as much as I should have. I will even admit that I down right ignored you most of the time. I probably haven't given you the credit in my life that is due either. I know that I left you anywhere I liked frequently. You must have felt inadequate, undervalued even. But now that you are gone, now that you are hiding in your 'safe' place, I miss you. I notice your absence. I need you. My life is not the same without you in it. Everyday I think of you and go searching for you. To no avail. You are lost to me. I think of you day and night, mostly at night when the light is poor.  I miss you when I am sewing and squinting to thread a needle that continually mocks me. I have had to ask others for assistance and endure their scathing looks at performing such simple tasks for me. I have even had to wish that my arms were longer... no shorter...... no no longer. Simple tasks take so much longer. I never knew I needed you so. I know you are at my house. Somewhere. Waiting for me. I know this because I never take you out, never show you the world. Never acknowledged that you are now a partner in life with me. I am sorry. I have looked in all the logical places. Please come out. Please make yourself known. Please let me find you. My life is meaningless without you. Come back to me. Soon....

Ciao for now 

just Martha