Want more pink?

Well, I aim to please, so here you go.

210 pieces stuck on my wall….

Last night I started putting up those little pink and green squares. So here for your viewing pleasure are 72 out of 320 squares:

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Whooo hoooo! I just finished true-ing up the last of the pink (and green) squares. Now I have to push back my sewing machine table so I can arrange them.

Interesting day otherwise, I guess. I woke up this morning and had only one thought other than getting to work – LIPSTICK. Who the heck knows where these things come from. Now you have to understand that this thought came really last night when I bought a new lipstick, one of the long-lasting variety in a rather dark red. Needless to say, it was still there when I got up this morning. (Max Factor Lipfinity is indeed long-lasting)

More importantly you have to know that your faithful writer is not into makeup as a rule. I guess sometimes you just have to do what you have to do and last night it was new lipstick.

It was worth it just to walk into work and have everyone say – oh my – you have lipstick on. One person noted that it was “sassy” so I’m calling the whole thing a success. Don’t get too used to it folks because I just don’t have it in me to do it every day. Does this uncharacteristic behavior mean it’s spring?

In other news, today was another Monday at work. Listened to my ipod on the way in and as it happened, my man James Taylor sang these words to me. Didn’t seem to matter to me if they were written about Ireland or not.

Belfast To Boston (God’s Rifle)

There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon
May they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground
Who will bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an end
Who will swallow long injustice, take the devil for a country man
Who will say "this far no further, oh lord, if I die today"

Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seas
Just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman and me

Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silent children in the ground
Could we but hear them could they not tell us
"Time to lay God’s rifle down"

Who will say this far no further, oh Lord, if I die today.
–James Taylor

On the other hand, some people don’t like cats (hard to believe, I know), so check this out. All I can say is “wow – now THAT’s a dog!”

And while I’m at it – a small fanfare to announce the addition of textism to my blogroll at left. Said dog above is his, as is the wonderful photo and there’s much to like there. And when I read today’s post, well, I just knew it was meant to be.