Red Flags, Pirates & Rubies...

"If you were waiting for the opportune moment?  That was It."    JACK SPARROW

I've never been the type to ignore Red Flags. Y'know the kind that wave from uneasy situations & maybe some not so pleasantries that could've been avoided?  Sometimes I wonder if they wouldn't be so gosh darn inviting if they didn't come in such vibrant & beautifully intriguing pigments.  I mean, shouldn't DANGER come in shades of grotesque?  The kind of colors you would run from or seriously not be attracted to.. Like dirty beige, puce, smog grey or mold green? (ugh just spelling those tints makes me feel a little nauseous).   But honestly, wouldn't those dyes be a little more successful in heading off negatives?  I mean, I'm quite certain I would avoid those colors at any cost & I certainly don't want to add them into my wardrobe (metaphorically or physically speaking).  Nope, not interested in that swatch for the New Year's Eve party plan.  Red is powerful, magnetic & at times misleading, and (here is the most dangerous attribute of all so pay attention) almost always mysterious! My problem is not so much in the identification of Red Flags. Oh no, I notice them right away. Like a Kardashian to a bauble, Oooo SHINY!! It's the accompanying thought process that leads me to dismay.  Envisioning them not as hazards, but rather as endless bolts of luxurious Chinese Silk ready to be crafted into a stunning ball gown. Not just any stunning ball gown mind you, but rather a one of a kind garment of Givenchy ala Audrey Hepburn 1962 elegance. I'm talking MEGA proportions.  Or maybe as a dynamic Ralph Lauren Rich Red sail for an ever stagnant sailboat drifting aimlessly at sea.  Yep, taunting my naked fingers like a warm glistening Carmen Lucia Ruby on a grey cold night, Red Flags can be truly lovely.
When I think about the alternative?  I'm pretty sure I'd rather be guilty of chasing red ones than to ever be caught waving the white kind..
Pirate Flags?
I'll have to get back to you on that one ;)

Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams

xo
Birdee Bow

Hands of time.. can't even form a fist

"I am invariably late for appointments...sometimes as much as two hours.  I've tried to change my ways, but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing."  Marilyn Monroe

Life moves terribly fast doesn't it?  It's astonishing to me the amount of times I've had plans to say something, do something or share something with someone & it somehow slipped out of  my day. 

How does that happen?  Honestly, how do the most important things seem to fall through the cracks ?  

Recently, I had the privilege of spending a few hours with some very dear friends of mine.  We hadn't been able to see each for a few months, so it was GOLDEN.

Funny how I felt the urge of time even as we spoke. I had places to be, they had places to be. Commitments & deadlines & those who were expecting us.. I knew the seconds were ticking...I knew there would be distractions & cell phones & general life interruptions & I wanted it all to STOP!!  AAArrrgh!!!

Sadly,I found myself annoyed even by the genuinely kind waiter who took our order because he too was stealing a millisecond of our precious time.   As I tried to mentally categorize all the facts, events & smiles I wanted to share with them in their order of importance, I was subconsciously (& maybe not so subconsciously) racing against the clock.  

I want my 2014 to be more about ignoring the clock.

I want a New Year filled with relaxed moments of sharing.

Beautiful moments should never fall prey to the tiny defenseless hands of a clock. After all, they can't even form a fist!

 just sayin  ;)

Sometimes I truly want to

S M A S H   C L O C K S 

Here's to making the

time.

Making it Count.

&

Not apologizing for it.

Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,

xoxo

Birdee Bow