You know when you go to a yard sale and you find the perfect basket that’s missing a handle and a little lopsided, but you know that you can make it perfect with spray paint and some imagination. So you tuck it under your arm and you poke around at the yard sale a little more and find a random drawer for only $2.00 because no one really knows what to do with a drawer without a dresser to go with it.
But you do.
You know what to do with a drawer because you just saw on Pinterest where people were taking random drawers and making them into organizers on the wall. So you walk up to the owner of the yard sale with kind of a pitiful look on your face and hold out the broken basket and the drawer and tell her you only have $2.00 and if you bought the basket would she throw in the drawer for free?
And she shrugs and says yes and you smile inside and skip off into the sunset with your treasures.
Two for the price of one.
That’s a lot like this post. I was in the middle of a photo shoot yesterday and I finished and had all these amazing flowers and I had tossed a few on the table and I looked at them and was so totally inspired to create a little flower art and add some quotes about spring. I made them for you and you can pin them or save them to your ipad or computer for inspiration or print them off or make them your home screen or fold them into a paper origami centerpiece. Just a little spring gift from me to you.
But we couldn’t just have beautiful spring flowers with quotes.
This is story central.
So because it’s spring and I’m feeling mushy, I added one of my favorite love stories, too.
See what I mean? Two for the price of one.
Now where did I put that drawer.
It was our first date.
I greeted him at the front door with red lipstick, an add-a-bead necklace, 4″ high bangs sprayed with Aqua Net hairspray, a prairie skirt and a sweater vest covered in bows.
I think I might have even had on high-heeled shoes and socks with my name written on them with paint pen. At the risk of stating the obvious….
….I looked amazing.
He wasn’t a big talker that date of mine.
A man of very few words.
Maybe he was shy.
Maybe he was nervous.
Maybe he was intimidated by the socks.
I didn’t care.
He was cute with these dimples and brown wavy hair and big brown eyes that kind of looked like Johnny Depp and he had his own car…..all the really important things in life.
And besides, I thought, I’m a talker…
…I could talk enough for both of us.
We went to church and then we drove around looking at Christmas lights.
And as we drove….I talked. And talked. And taaaalllllllked.
I told him how cute the animated Santa Claus were with their lighted banjos dancing next to the seven dwarfs.
He said nothing.
I exclaimed with enthusiastic joy over the teddy bears sitting in the train and how cute that Kermit the Frog was the conductor.
He said nothing.
I mentioned that it was amazing that a single yard could hold a merry-go-round, a nativity, Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer and a giant 7-foot Barney….all at the same time.
He said nothing.
I laughed and talked and sang every Christmas carol I knew and took my mittens on and off and nervously stared out the window and kept up a one-way conversation for the entire drive while he sat stoically in the driver’s seat….
….saying absolutely positively nothing.
I was done.
I thought he didn’t like me.
I thought I bored him.
I thought to myself despairingly…..will this date ever be over?
And when we pulled up to my parents house I could not get out of the car fast enough. I hurriedly mumbled something about what a great time that I had and turned to leave. And just as I started to open the door….he reached for my hand.
I stopped and stared at him.
And he stared at me.
It was completely quiet in the car. No one said a word.
And then….in the quietest of voices….he whispered, “What if I kissed you?”
And he didn’t wait for an answer.
Right there sitting in a car in front of my parent’s house wearing red lipstick and a prairie skirt and a sweater vest with bows…..
….I got the kiss of a lifetime.
I never looked back.
And even now after all these years he can look at me from across the room with those twinkling eyes and smiling dimples with that look that is just for me and I still get goosebumps.
And then I count my blessings….that this sweet, wonderful, incredible, brown-eyed man…..
……finally found his voice.
PS I read this post to my husband and he informed me that he didn’t really talk because I neglected to bring up something really interesting….like “the unsolved mystery of Bigfoot.”
Why didn’t I think of that?