Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Sunny Day Blue Bird

Let me take you back to 1998. My mom owned a home and garden shop. I helped with some of the stuff at the store. Randomly Mom would get samples from companies who wanted her to sell their stuff, or something like that...give me a break for not knowing, I was twelve. One of these gifts was called "Sunny Day Blue Bird", and as expected it is a blue bird. But not just any blue bird, this one was three inches high and made of some type of sky blue crystal. Mom did not even need to show it to me to know that I would love it. What do you know. . . she was right! I do not remember if it came with a inspirational thought of some sort, but I did not care. I loved that bird! It made me happy to just look at it.

Fast forward now to one year ago. I move back home with my parents. I go to my old room and look through some of my stuff that was still there. Can you guess what I found!? Sunny Day Blue Bird! I saw it and instantly felt happy inside. I was going through a tough time, so I took it out and placed it on the window sill so I could look at it often.

During the LONG winter this year it has brought some sunshine into my room. I like to think that when I look at it and get a smile on my face I bring that smile on to touch the lives of others I meet during my day.

First Post

So, I am venturing on starting yet another blog. This one is going to be a tad different. The reason I chose the title is I am a collector of strange things. Things that have no meaning or value to anyone else but me. For those who don't know "Trifles" is a play written by Susan Glaspell, about a group of women solving a murder case when their husbands, the actual detectives, bypass all the evidence by ignoring all the little things, like the canning supplies left out. I am a HUGE believer in the power of little things. This blog is going to be dedicated to the memory of all the trinkets I have, or the little things I experience during my day to day life. As my creative writing professor, Laura Hamblin told us to do, but she called it Records of Celebration. This is me recording my trinkets.