Went to see Uncle Junk today.
Found this great watering can.
It's not vintage, but has been used often,
chippy on the inside.
The baby doll stroller IS VINTAGE!
The wicker is broken some, but the wheels are just fine.
You know I'm jumping up and down about the pink patina.
Love, love, love!
You can even see the pink peeking through.
Today I needed to see the pink peek through.
I've had to fight the dreaded malady of Bipolar Disorder all week,
the depression part is debilitating at times.
It only takes one small incident to send me sinking.
Today I felt myself sinking.
I only made two stops and I was ready to go.
The jump-up-and-downs are just that, up and down.
Today I went to visit a hurting friend.
I was afraid and tired.
She lost her 36 year old daughter to cancer last week.
She had a 10 year old daughter.
My friend has been dealing with her own illness for 25 years.
She knows pain every day.
She feels isolated and alone.
I know isolation. I know loneliness.
But nothing like the pain she now knows.
I stayed two hours.
I felt better.
I think she did too.