I seem to have lost touch
with so many of my blogging buddies.
I know that I use blogging
as a way of expression
and sometimes fail to comment
on others as I should.
I scrolled down my reading list
and found that many of my friends
are no longer
reading, writing, or redoing-
pickin', huntin' or junkin'.
I feel lost in blogland.
Friends come and go
in the real world.
I guess that's no different
in blogville.
We are just too busy.
What I need the most,
I find I lack the most-
real community.
Sometimes we need to go
where everybody knows our name,
but sometimes we just want
to go where nobody knows our name.
I went to the nobody-knows-my-name place
and found these...
Okay, so this was AFTER
Southern Honey Workshop
"Chawk" paint.
Sorry there is no BEFORE.
The back was out.
Against a wall
and for $9,
who cares!
Distressed it just enough for me!
This is a lovely little piece
with great bones,
better than above,
however,
it was finished with another paint.
Can't you tell the difference?
The white stool was another find
at the place
"Where Nobody Knows my Name."
Frames are a big seller in my corner.
It took an hour to get
to the place of the unknown.
I went alone.
It was raining and flooding.
Seriously!
We had 8 inches that night!
I made three wrong turns.
(Some roads do not exist
in the GPS world.)
The auction barn was in a
field.
Oh, what a night!
I'm glad there's ONE
who is always with me,
who calls me by name.
With HIM,
I am never alone
even when I am lost!
Thinking of YOU,
BONNIE:)
Bonnie, Sometimes I have only time to read posts hoping I can get back to comment later. Sometimes it happens, sometimes not so much. We all find ourselves living in a busy world. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteI hear you, Bonnie. Some of my favs in blogland no longer post-or visit. But, I guess that is part of the blogging journey- xoDiana
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