Jacket weather, light wind blowing on the prairie.
Feeling pretty comfortable in who I am, what I like.
I stand there staring at it and thinking, now what in the world would I do with that? Ya, I am not a farm gal. I have seen a chicken at the fair before (and of course plucked and pre-packaged in the store) but would I ever reach for an egg? I think not.
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and yet...
my hand reached out and took the fowl by the handles, I purchased the bird, and out we went to the car.
Most definitely a day for self-reflection. Just when you think you are really getting to know yourself you end up buying a wire fowl and asking yourself,
por que
(Spanish for but why)
and yet,
WHY NOT!!!
4 comments:
I have a wire chicken just like that but it's not painted. It's in my kitchen but I'm still trying to decide what to do with it.
No por que? And why not indeed! Very cute...I see moss and eggs and a centerpiece is born!
I agree! Why not! I love the wire chicken and I would have had a hard time passing her up. Very cute on a buffet table with a napkin liner and cutlery.
~Liz :)
Oh I like the wire chicken Valerie ! Put him in the fridge and put your eggs in it !
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