Today was beautiful. The sun gleamed on the day with yellow light, and a fresh scent was in the air. I even had the windows open in my car, such a gorgeous day to be alive and breathing. My cousin and his wife are moving to a house in the suburbs, and I decided I’m going to give them two paintings for their new home.
I went to Hobby Lobby for frame ideas, they have such beautiful samples, and I picked out some beauties to compare for my paintings. I am very excited to spend more time with my cousin and his wife, as well as their two dogs. I have a new idea to add to one of the frames, so I decided to postpone Hobby Lobby and head to Craftwood Lumber and Hardware.
My inner high school self appeared as the main act in aisle six. I collected a bad boy vibe from a handsome, young fella, his name was Dave. I actually don’t know his true name, but let’s just call him Dave. Dave was at least eighteen because his left wrist had a play button tattoo, along with a stop button, and a pause button, which I had to use before I would tell him way too much about myself. It also had two more buttons, fast forward, and rewind which reminded me to stay present and not jump ahead, or into the past. I definitely am not eighteen; I hope he was much older, I sound so creepy! People love to tell me I look like I am still in college, and my ego says, “No, Veronica! Just tell them you’re an independent woman who has her entire life together.” Yay me. Let’s get back to Dave. He was about 5’9, slender build, and his swift black hair had a woosh. When I look up the word woosh on www.dictionary.com, as a verb it states, “Move or cause to move quickly or suddenly with a rushing sound.” That is definitely Dave’s hair; it was kind of like Johnny Bravo’s hair, just super black, I liked it.
He said to me, “You look like a creative girl.” I had both paintings in my hands, and said, “I am, thank you for noticing.” Can someone please slap me? When Dave was helping me, he made a crafty suggestion which was to weld on materials to the canvas. The artist in me made sure Dave explained every detail so I could understand his way without a frame. I gathered the supplies with him, and walked to checkout trying not to stare into his jeans as I followed him. As I was pulling out my wallet, I put two and two together, (it equals four when you use addition) because I do not know how to weld, and on our way to the register, he was saying he did. Well buddy, too bad you didn’t offer to help me; it would have been so cool, dare I ask you?
My day happened in chronological order exactly how it was meant to. I almost made a return at the grocery store first, only I would accidently purchase fifty dollar roast beef for my family.
I am sitting at a high top table in Starbucks asking myself, “Should I be writing this?” I just cannot seem to laugh in this moment.” Well, of course, Veronica, when your Higher Power gives you material, you must laugh at yourself, after all, you love to blog in a funny fashion. I will laugh later, I am so embarrassed right now. UPDATE: It took me two whole minutes, and I am now laughing at myself in Starbucks, I almost spit out my Venti Iced Green Tea with two shots of vanilla, oy!
When I am single and ready to mingle, my inner whore jumps out. Thank God for modesty, and focusing on becoming a better person with new and improved morals and values.