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A Short Short Story – Waste

Celtic Cross

Celtic Cross

Through the damp Scottish afternoon, we searched the stone streets for a warm cup of tea. Turning a corner Alice and I happened upon a small luncheonette. Yeasty, sugary smells called to me, the visiting tourist. Greasy, hot smells of fish and chips conquered cousin Alice, who had learned to love the hearty food after being stationed two years on a nearby submarine base. A tiny door bell announced our entrance.
Behind the far counter, a thin red-head moved quicker than her wrinkled face bespoke. She filled orders from the bakery counter while deep-frying fish and chips, all the while passing conversation from one patron to the next.
“Help you, sweetie?”
Three shelves of treats called to me. One morsel more tempting than the next.
“I’ll have a tea scone. No, the Dundee Cake,” I answered with conviction . “Nope, I’m sure I want the strawberry tart.”
A voice from behind me insisted, “Those tarts are too dear for me, lassie.”
Alice shrugged off my bewildered look and motioned for me to sit in a seat at an occupied table. I hesitated but joined a dark-headed, stout woman who continued, “Such a price for a wee strawberry tart.” She went on to speak of wasteful spending then turned in the direction of an immaculate U.S. sailor seated across the aisle. Her verbal trail meandered to tell of her only daughter who, ten years prior, married an American sailor.
“Fancy Yanks come flashin money and dreams and take our daughters away. When I think of how dear it must be to ship my barins from port to port, them never settlin, never gettin to see their Granny?”
The sailor felt the barb, threw his napkin on the plate and pushed his remaining fish and chips away. The bell shook his exit and announced the arrival of a grey, bent woman wrapped in a battered coat and frayed tartan scarf who ordered a meat pie and took the sailor’s seat.
Our tablemate quietly finished every crumb of her cinnamon scone and drained her tea cup while I relished my delicate tart and second cup of tea. She pocketed her extra napkin, twisted her scarf, buttoned her wool coat and called out a singing, “Cheerio.”
The red-head came from behind the counter and began stacking dirty dishes, moving smoothly from table to table, acknowledging everyone. As she topped her stack with the sailors uneaten food a shrill voice called from the front table, “Dearie, could you bring another pot of tea as you come, please?”
“Right away,” the red-head nodded and left the tray of dirty dishes. The grey woman quickly produced a white pressed handkerchief from the pocket of her frayed coat. “Look ‘ere,” she exclaimed scrapping the remains of the sailor’s lunch into her handkerchief, “Someone’s left a perfectly good plate o’ chips.”
She placed the bundle into her handbag and resumed eating her meat pie.

Celtic Cross is one of my favorite fabric pieces. It’s aprox 14×14. Sweet. I love how the colors compliment each other and it looks like sky and flowers! I learned a lot working on this piece – about doing things backwards and upside down and finally right-side-up! Price of this piece is $55.

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Cherry Pie and Peace

Chakra Leaves

Chakra Leaves

We just completed week 7 of Julia Cameron’s Artist’s Way. The first task asks readers to use the following phrase as a mantra for the week:  Treating myself like a precious object will make me strong.

Since hosting the Artist’s Way nearly 20 times I have learned self-care.  I do so some really nice things for myself.

I love a hot bubbly salt bath.

I buy lots of organic food.

I walk.

I go to NIA class well, almost every week.

I buy organic heavy whipping cream for my coffee.

I treat myself to raspberries.

I sew.

I write.

I just bought 4 pair of the most awesome socks.  I love new socks.

I read.  Right now I am devouring Sonja Choquette’s Walking Home about her pilgriamage on the Camino de Santiago which I have considered walking for several years and this spring seems to be the time as I know several others who are interested.  It’s getting to decision time!  It’s 500 miles and sleeping in unknown beds and not always having  coffee.

Today I have a “free” day.  I have no place to be and a day of open time.  So the things I have put off doing I can do and I can finish the next fabric piece and write this blog…  And I turned down lunch with two of my favorite people to allow myself this Susan Rea day.  Self-care.

I encourage you today to do something really nice for yourself.  Maybe it’s simply saying no, I can’t and being comfortable with your decision.  Maybe it’s eating a scoop of your favorite ice cream or baking one of the favorites from your childhood.  Maybe it’s listening to your favorite CD and dance around the dining room.

Do something special for YOU and feel good.    You ARE worth it. The world gets happier as each person gets happier. I believe the route to world peace is through individual inner peace. And maybe that’s through a piece of cherry pie with ice cream, or coconut cream.