Listening to women chatter about recipes, knitting, crafts
A mother-daughter weekend with girlfriends was not on my ‘to do’ list
I accommodated out of duty
Or was it an attempt to resurface into the world socially?
Most likely the latter
Why is it we are not allowed to fade away from time to time?
I remind myself to make eye contact from time to time as the room continues to spin with activity
Small pockets of girls immersed in deep planning around a kitchen table
Craft store shopping tomorrow
I eventually excuse myself from the table careful to site a long work week and need for ‘recharge’ to be prepared for the upcoming festivities
The morning arrives much too soon as does the sound of birds
More like hens on this particular day….
Their clucking picks up where it left off the night before, only with an even bigger level of enthusiasm
I let out a sigh
Before we even leave the house… the first of many ‘girls weekend’ group photos are snapped
We pile into 2 vehicles…12 hens total
In and out of the car several times over
We look at crafts
“what did you get today?” the clucking continues as one of my girlfriends slides back into my peripheral
“I haven’t found anything yet” did I really just cluck back?
“there are soooo many neat ideas aren’t there!! It’s hard to pick!”
Is she squealing?
“yep.” I’m not certain I even agree with myself
The next stop yields us a very immaculate barn/home location
While I can appreciate the attention to detail from this personality type, the intense desire to have a weed free lawn and beautifully manicured home does not fit pair well with my creative nature. I’m reminded of the ample amount of leaves providing a colorful blanket for my less than perfectly manicured lawn. Proof that everyone sees beautiful in a different way.
We pause once again to take group photos
“Smile girls, everyone cross their legs this way. Hurry, we only have 30 minutes at this location!!” the clucking, squealing girlfriend has a schedule to keep and more importantly a Snapchat storyline to post to. We are on a tight leash…or timeline, maybe a bit of both
We smile, some of us perhaps a bit less wholeheartedly….
I so need some time alone
But I usually do
“Okay everyone 20 minutes and back to the vehicles!! Look fast!”
I make my way inside…trailing the pack to closely match my feelings on the place
My eyes first see the 80% off sign, but I’ve always loved a great deal
My eyesight drifts to the inventory
Old photos, rusty gas cans, old wicker baskets in disrepair
My mind a bit confused as the exterior did not provide any clues to this type of an interior
Looking up to the rafters, I find a grand old chandelier
And begin drifting off to sea
On an old wooden ship
It is hearty
My eyes see a sailer swinging from that chandelier….
A warm smile has found its way to my lips
“Mom!! Do you see the chandelier?!?!”
My smile widens….
Raised a good one there
Attention to detail is a generic term, open for interpretation
We both continue the journey
Drifting further out to sea
Our minds begin to whir
Wheels spinning at a fast pace
Imaginations creating so much from so little
A most beautiful thing
The ringtone on my phone rudely interrupts
“Hurry!! We need to get to the next stop! Where are you?”
I’m lost at sea….in a most amazing wonderland of items
We collect our treasures
Head to the check out
And eventually land back at the vehicle
“what did you find? I didn’t really find anything there, I don’t think anyone else really did either. Did we miss something in all that junk?”
But there is no need to respond, she has since rolled down the window to engage in conversation with our co-host. The next stop being discussed.
And I am sitting in a vehicle surrounded by chattering women
Out to sea