A friend and I were strolling along in my favorite neighborhood. It started to rain so we looked for a place to step inside until the rain let up. As fate would have it, we were right in front of Lemon & Lavender. Of course, we scooted inside. It was definitely looking a lot like Christmas. There were ingredients for Christmas magic at every turn. I have a split personality when it comes to Christmas decorations. On one hand, I cherish the more serious, spiritual aspects of Christmas. On the other hand, I am also drawn to the whimsy and merriment of Christmas. This particular day, whimsy was in charge. So many items caught my attention, but I managed to exhibit restraint with final purchases. I was happy to find a couple of gifts for close friends along with a little something for myself.
What does this have to do with stuffies? It seems like all manner of stuffies are taking up store shelves. A couple of months ago my granddaughter showed me this super cute little octopus stuffy. She happened to find this at Lemon & Lavender. Of course, I had to see for myself what this stuffy stuff was all about. Shortly after my visit with K I ventured into L & L. There were stuffies galore. There were all sorts of fruit and vegetable stuffies, sea creature stuffies, other little animals and more. Honestly, all of the stuffy stuff was just too cute. I did purchase a peach stuffy for a friend who needed to do some hand exercises. The peach was the right size with the right squeezability. I’m happy to report my friend was thrilled with the peach finding it most helpful.
Back to the day we stepped in out of the rain. There was a myriad of beautiful traditional ornaments. As we meandered through the store, we came upon displays of stuffy decorations. All super cute. OMG! I succumbed. There was a stuffy gingerbread house which kept calling my name. I tried to ignore it, but it was relentless. What choice did I have? It now occupies the center of my dining table, being a little too tall for any of my wall unit shelves.
The pseudo gingerbread house has now contentedly occupied the table for several days. I’ve wondered if this would reside with me until next Christmas. Perhaps I will at some point pass it on to a child who might be enamored with such an item. In the meantime, I will enjoy this impulse purchase throughout the holidays.
There are 2 morals to this story:
One: Sometimes we need to play in a sand box that’s actually filled with pixie dust. It lightens the heart and releases stress.
Two: Take life but not ourselves too seriously.
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