And as if that wasn’t enough, the thrift gods smiled on me today. I went to one store, with one thing in mind – a new white vintage chenille bedspread to replace the one currently disintegrating on top of Edie’s bed. It was a gift, it came with the bed and belonged to a dear friend’s ancestor (I can’t remember now if it was his grandmother or great aunt. At any rate, it’s been around a while). Edie thinks I can repair it, but there are too many spots and some of them are big. I think I just need to cut into what I can of it and make some pillows. Anyway, I came, I saw, I scored exactly what I was looking for, as well as finally finding myself a new round pink rose china butter dish cover that I’ve been seeking since mine broke last summer. And one of those sweet old school screw into the wall pencil sharpeners that is going in my happy corner today. My days of wandering around the house looking for a pencil sharpener are over.
Saturday afternoon, while working on the chicken house with Brian, I discovered this little guy hanging out. The tiniest praying mantis I’ve ever seen.
It is said they are harbingers of good luck and messengers. Some cultures associate them with restoring life to the dead. A praying mantis supposedly guided the pilgrims to Mecca, the holiest spot in the Muslim world. Some African cultures refer to them as gods.
Either way, I probably should pay attention to messages the Universe is currently trying to send.
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send me that mantis …. 🙂