Maybe in 10 years’ time I won’t—
I had enough trouble making sense of the ones I have…
Author: DB James
It's one of the finest things we do; write about our lives, because not only do we reveal our minds through revelations our thoughts provide us— But it gives us an incentive to be honest... It's almost impossible not to consider the value of thoughts with the fairly steady flow of them; their rudimentary worth, relevance to our lives and the importance to the people who have them. It's easy to see how distorted a thought can become when left to constant re-examination and how faceless victim/culprit dichotomies are given grounding by a name or a hover-card. If the last few weeks has demonstrated anything, it's how something as simple as a pen-stroke can release the burden and stresses they invariably cause. I've had glimpses into how fears, confessions, pains and crises can be put right by words creating deeds by changing little parts of the world. And I shouldn't be surprised: we write about things and repeat ourselves about things that have meaning to us. It keeps me humble... View all posts by DB James
I like your sweater!
Thank you very much. I was one of my favourites 🙂
I can see why, must keep you warm and toasty. 🙂
It was really tight fitting – a heavy cotton. They don’t make them like that anymore lol
Check out my other blog, might make you laugh and sort of fits with what we are talking about…
http://merbear74.wordpress.com/2013/11/09/love-my-corduroys/
You bet your boots I will Ringo! 😀
Funny…. dare I say… About time….
lol I think you did, thank you – I try 🙂
now, about my about……
lol 😀 puzzling is it not!
Geez, you’re cute 😉 and my, such long fingers you have 🙂
Very nice, never mind about.
Ha! Thank you very much – I do have quite large hands, funnilt enough, not dissimilar to some of Davinci’s female portraits; proportion-wise!
😀 I never get called cute!