My Green Velvet Life

Where everything sticks.


June 2012

Quiet Ladies Get Their Way & Look Good Doing It

Every weed is but an unloved flower. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919), American writer

For many years I tried really hard to kill these beautiful lady bells. I didn’t know what they were and naively treated them as a troublesome weed. Every year they would just come back. Eventually I gave up and discovered their gorgeous purple bells. But, next problem, they grow quietly and stubbornly in places I do not choose. I have no say in the matter.

Now that I am softer and older, I just smile at them when I walk by. They know they are messing with my patience, just like each of my daughters did at around age 13. And, like my daughters, they know I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Any weeds sassing at you lately? Or are you too busy looking for love in all the wrong places to notice?

Your Best is When?

My best cup of coffee is when I have 2 minutes to drink it.

I find the best treasures at Goodwill when I don’t have time to shop.

The best conversation with a dear friend is when I’m on my lunch hour and have 5 minutes to get back to work.

What’s your best? When? Isn’t it funny how it pops in when you’re not ready for it?


Bear Wants You to Be a Freedom Watch Dog

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world.  Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.  — Margaret Mead (1901-1978), US anthropologist

Dear Wisconsinites:  Vote today!

Dear Everything: I love you but let’s cool it.


If you have had the patience to keep up with My Green Velvet Life, you have no doubt figured out I am completely unreliable. I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed and inadequate these past few weeks. We recently got our carpet replaced and wood floors refinished. Since this required us to move everything touching the floors, I couldn’t resist getting some major painting and cleaning done as well.  Still a lot to do, but overall it feels nice to have a somewhat spiffy house again.

But the next time so much work is involved, it will be a downsize to an easier to maintain home. As I start strolling through my 50’s I am seeing the wisdom in living with less space and stuff.  (Dear God, please help me be brave when the time comes.)

Lately I have tried to be content with the simple pleasures of people and home.  A person can’t always be everything, have everything, or share everything. Trust me. I’ve tried. (And I’ll keep trying. Just not right now.)

But a person can buy a fabulous new oilcloth for her beat-up kitchen table which makes her feel like a legendary-English-novel character.  She doesn’t have to worry about the wrinkles. They can be part of her story.

Spot of tea anyone?


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