Sunday, April 5, 2015

Moleskine Madness...Hoppy Bunday!


Have a fantastic Easter Sunday!


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Moleskine Madness...Lace Needles!

In the old car there was a small duende  that lived quietly under the rear seat. It enjoyed the warmth of the children as they sat above her and giggled to their jokes and riddles. She loved the packages and bags that were heaped into the car during shopping trips. The smells, the sights, the love of new places on vacations excited her. Then the family became older. The children grew. The car became a hand me down. It went to college. It went to Europe. When it finally returned home; it went to the junk yard. Since the duende was never seen or heard. No one knew that she was there.
To this day, she still is.

Have a spiky Sunday!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Moleskine Madness...Karaoke Kisses!

Tuesday was the karaoke night. Everyone in the office went. Jeff enjoyed watching but, never had the nerve to get up on the stage and actually belt out his favorite song. Cheryl never had that problem. She was a karaoke diva. Whitney, Mariah, and Gwen were all part of her repertoire. At work Cheryl answered phones. Here at the sushi bar, she was Queen B. Jeff was always, just Jeff. 

Have a tootling Tuesday!

Monday, February 9, 2015

Moleskine Madness...Magic Seller!


It was the midst of the old time when things were much more simpler. 
The magic was easy to come by and it would flow through the towns and cities.
It was the day when Olna met Time.
This is when the two paths became one and the story would begin.
When the magic became science and fairy tales became history. 

Have a meaningful Monday!


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Moleskine Madness...Trapped Chance!


It was three and the post box was empty. The cat paced in a ballet of overfed tuna trance by the door. Where was the brutal bag of hearts? She had left it somewhere long ago in the house. She couldn't find it now. It was curious that she thought about it. Only one heart mattered to her. The one that she couldn't have. That was never in the bag. Like the others had been. Broken and in pieces. That heart was still whole. Still beating. Out there. Outside beyond the post box.

Have a wicked Wednesday!