Breaking The Border of Self

I shook my head and sighed as I folded yet another frayed towel. We’ve had these light mocha (now practically cream) towels for what seems like forever, and to replace them is low on the needs list.

But the other day I used a Target gift card to buy just one big, fluffy, white bath towel. The kind you set aside just for guests. But this one? This one I’m setting aside just for me. I also picked up a round turquoise tablecloth and some new placemats. After the gift card and what remained on a Verizon rebate, it cost me all of $13.48.

This morning I snipped the first white bloom from a survivor of the Great Lilac Massacre. I poured Bear Naked vanilla almond granola into an antique glass dessert dish culled from my departed mother-in-law’s collection. I topped it with a strawberry and placed it on a red Charles Voltz pottery plate from the dishes I received for our wedding and have tucked away in the upper cupboards for special occasions. I steeped a cup of green jasmine tea and carried it all out on the porch along with an old silver spoon monogrammed with a “K.” My husband thinks it’s part of a set his parents collected from cereal boxes. I set a place at the turquoise-draped wrought iron table. (Do they make turquoise Rustoleum?)

And I welcomed myself . . .

Continued over at GraceTable.

 

 

In the stillness,

Sandy