
...does that make me a superficial person?
To say this week has been stressful would be an understatement. In terms of stressful events actually occurring, I've had tougher times. But in terms of worrying, it was up there. Worrying about Trav's health; about my dad and my nonno who are also sick; worrying about an upcoming obligation that I know is going to awful; stressing out about an incompetent colleague; trying to ignore a passive aggressive bully at work; and then yesterday finding out my boss, who is like an uncle to me, is sick as well. Never mind that in the background I'm still trying to recover $3500 from an unethical hire car company and plan a wedding! Arrrrrggghhhh....feels so good to vent!

So is it so wrong to take comfort in pretty, familiar things? I don't think so. After all 'the hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours we live' (Richard Jeffries). These images are taken from around my bedroom. I can't explain what it is that calms me down and makes me happy when I look at some of these material possessions. Each piece has its own story and, if it was a gift, then I always think of who gave it to me. Who cares if it makes me seem shallow and materialistic? Pretty things make me happy and that's a good enough reason for me right now.

I hope you have a beautiful day.
Cat x