In my other computer, I have shots of the apartments interior; when I go to the other one, I'll post photos of our gold/aubergine/turquoise living room.
What color is the Flamingo room going to be? My art room is pure white; I have my decorations provide the colour and like you, use a lot of my old family treasures to supply the interest.
Muduh: Thanks for the update on the church. I hope it was "an act of God" and not an arson attack.
I moved THIS from the Pet Peeves thread; it ties into the Thank You Note talk we were having, but it's not a peeve, more of an idea.
Does anyone else here practice their version of "Random Acts of Kindness Day?" This was something that my Grandma taught me and I've continued it to this day.
When we canned, she always put up a little bit extra for "the Widow Ladies and Gents" as she called them. When she made her canned peaches or applesauce, she'd have Grandpa drive her around the surrounding farm area and she'd walk up to the doors, leave a jar with a small note and then just leave. Then, when folks would go out to get the mail or hang up the wash, they'd find the "random" gifts and they'd be doubly appreciated, because it was something unexpectedly nice and with no hidden agenda. Grandma never mentioned it to the person, such as "Did you get the sauce I left you." If no one said anything, she didn't mention it; she didn't want anyone to think she was "giving charity".
What I do, is when some expensive store is closing out an item, like Godiva chocolates reducing by 50% their holiday candies, I'll buy a bag of them. Then, when I see the Post Mistress or my favourite bank teller, I just slide it over to them and when they say, "What's THIS for?", I smile and say, "It's Random Acts of Kindness Day and I appreciate what you do for me on a daily basis." Everyone likes to be recognized and 'seen' and so many of the common jobs become invisible to others. Yes, I know that the bank teller, gas attendent and others are doing the job that they are being paid for, but why shouldn't I give them equal or more attention than spending time reading about Tom Cruise or Jessica Simpson?
One of the nicest compliments paid to me was by our old postmistress, who was retiring after 28 years. (I had only known her for 4) She left a letter in my P.O. Box, when she left, and among other things, said, "I still have that pretty gold box that the candy came in that you gave me so long ago! You have no idea how much that meant to me." Well, she's right; until she told me, I had NO idea what it meant to Connie...I just did it to do it.
Small acts of kindness continue to grow, long after you do them. And the actual cost is insignificant compared to the good will you spread.