I had a moment. Sitting in my house. Thinking about life pre-kid. And all the things that have changed.
A tattered, faded, pinkish chair looking orange in harsh winter sunlight coming through the window. Ugly but with a “sink into it” comfort. I’ll be sitting here later. A glass topped end table. With wheels. A small metal tub sits next it. Repurposed. It used to house geraniums on a tiny porch in a bygone apartment. Now, it holds mix matched balls of yarn. Soft greys. Royal blues. Sunburn red. A cheeky pink. An old leather ottoman covered in a green and blue horse blanket which saw it’s last horse ages ago. Ready for stretched out legs and criss-crossed ankles.
That spot holds a history of me. A blanket from my college equestrian days. When my “done-beared child” hips no longer fit the riding breeches; they were sent off to Goodwill. But the blanket – it just got softer so it’s been allowed to stay.
The chair recently thrifted by my boyfriend of a decade. The end table from an Ikea trip in Hotlanta. I didn’t mean to buy it. I only went in for Swedish Meatballs. I was enamored of all things round that day.
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