Ive been following Mistys blog for a number of years now. She lives in the US and has a great influence on my life. Her post today was of black and white images of family life and from very different angles that you might normally view such scenes. I posted in the comments this piece of writing
"M, love these scenes of domestic life. I live alone and have done for a very long time. I love the way families do, and have, there own unique style. What came to mind is a family who I adore (but now don't see) having a sock room. There were 5 of them and the sock room was a bedroom full of socks on the floor. No sock had a partner, it was all free range. Their family car was where they stored all brushes and combs cos that was the only place they could keep control of them. I think I counted 7 brushes and 5 combs all assorted colours and styles. I always felt a mirthful glow when driving with them.
Your place looks full of love and light.
Love be yours
Kim"
I'm now feeling the urge to write a poem about this sock scene, so applicable to Christmas with the stockings and all...
"M, love these scenes of domestic life. I live alone and have done for a very long time. I love the way families do, and have, there own unique style. What came to mind is a family who I adore (but now don't see) having a sock room. There were 5 of them and the sock room was a bedroom full of socks on the floor. No sock had a partner, it was all free range. Their family car was where they stored all brushes and combs cos that was the only place they could keep control of them. I think I counted 7 brushes and 5 combs all assorted colours and styles. I always felt a mirthful glow when driving with them.
Your place looks full of love and light.
Love be yours
Kim"
I'm now feeling the urge to write a poem about this sock scene, so applicable to Christmas with the stockings and all...
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