The color of friendship what is it?
Petals in soft shades of light, with hints of character in the raw earthy toned roots.
When I met French Husband years ago he asked me, “How can you love so many people?”
His question struck me as odd… “How?” I asked, “I suppose that is a result of growing up in a large family in a small town. I never knew any differently.”
Often when I write my blog I think of my family, my friends… those I love. They are no longer nearby…. an ocean separates us.
Blogging keeps me in touch. Over the years the circle of friendship grew. I am daily amazed by the power of blogging. How connected it makes me feel. How the circle grows, connecting, caring, bringing together… the world is small and the heart is large.
Yesterday Kate wrote this comment (below) it struck me…. not only because of the infamous orange armoire but because we are all looking for the connection, the dot to dot, the symbols, the color of friendship, the key to loving. Life is full of messages, and today I am thankful for hearing one of them.
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“My heart stopped for a moment when I read this post! Paint the orange armoire?! NO! Perhaps I should explain myself. Let’s go back a few years ago when I, flipping through an issue of Victoria magazine, literally swooned at the sight of an amazing orange armoire in the midst of a beautifully simple (yet elegant) kitchen.
I immediately tore that page out of the magazine (don’t worry, it was my own copy) and put it in my LOVE IT file. I would add to and edit that file periodically, but my love for that orange armoire never wavered. It wasn’t just the armoire, it was the whole composition of the room. Somehow over the years my LOVE IT file got misplaced, but I never forgot my favorites.
Fast forward to this past November, my beloved father had just died two weeks before after suffering through a long illness for five years, and I had just returned to work (I work part time at an antiques store). I was pretty raw at this point, but needed to get out of the house and try to think of something other than how sad I was. As I was wandering through the store to see what treasures the owner had unearthed, I saw a stack of old magazines. I picked up the one on the top of the stack, casually flipped through it, and there it was. MY orange armoire. I sat. I smiled. Then I read the accompanying article and……..Wait! I know this woman! She’s a friend of mine!
Every morning, while I drink my coffee, she tells me a little bit about her life. She shows me photos, she makes me laugh. I’ve even purchased a couple of her brocante finds. What do you know, all this time that orange armoire was living with her! With YOU! Such a seemingly small discovery (my long lost orange armoire and the fact that it’s yours) brought me a little joy at such a sad time in my life. This time I didn’t tear the page out of the magazine. Instead, I’m keeping the entire issue, for there is far less chance of me misplacing a whole magazine.
So, paint it? Obviously, I love the orange. I really do. If, however, an aubergine armoire would make you smile, then why not? I’m pretty sure I would tear out a picture of that one, too. Thank you for making me smile.”
Kate.
The color of friendship what is it to you?
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