I am married to a burly, big-shouldered man. That and pretty bows don't always mix.
At the bottom of my stairs is a bow. It's part of a whole holiday ensemble. I bought new bows this year, because the ones that I had the last few years had become rather rumpled and sad. They are pretty - but, they are a little large.
Let me preface this by saying, I like certain things to be in a certain place. I can't stand for the cupboards to be left open. I don't like for the drawers to be open. Now, that doesn't mean I am spotless, because certain things can be out of place and until I really pay attention, it doesn't bother me. I'm known to have up to three pair of shoes sitting next to where I sit on occasion - because I just haven't thought to pick them all up and take them and put them where they need to be.
Now - my bows fall under the same heading as my cupboards and drawers. On a weekend day, where Ted and I have not been out much, I will walk by my bows a few times a day and have to put them back to where they belong. They are supposed to look a certain way and when they don't look like that, I go a little insane. Yes, obsessive is my real middle name.
So - in order to keep peace in my life - I walk through and when I notice my skewompus bow, I set it back to where it needs to be, let out a little sigh and go on with my day.
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| In it's natural state |
Let me preface this by saying, I like certain things to be in a certain place. I can't stand for the cupboards to be left open. I don't like for the drawers to be open. Now, that doesn't mean I am spotless, because certain things can be out of place and until I really pay attention, it doesn't bother me. I'm known to have up to three pair of shoes sitting next to where I sit on occasion - because I just haven't thought to pick them all up and take them and put them where they need to be.
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| Does anyone really know how to spell skewompus?? |
Now - my bows fall under the same heading as my cupboards and drawers. On a weekend day, where Ted and I have not been out much, I will walk by my bows a few times a day and have to put them back to where they belong. They are supposed to look a certain way and when they don't look like that, I go a little insane. Yes, obsessive is my real middle name.
So - in order to keep peace in my life - I walk through and when I notice my skewompus bow, I set it back to where it needs to be, let out a little sigh and go on with my day.
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