tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11240270.post1835177649741757161..comments2024-03-19T12:14:57.090-07:00Comments on hightouchmegastore: A little different.Lisa B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646181766775405935noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11240270.post-21736440071578491982009-11-30T18:14:08.602-08:002009-11-30T18:14:08.602-08:00My favorite episode of Sex and the City (okay, one...My favorite episode of Sex and the City (okay, one of them) is when Carrie opens her oven and it turns out that's where she keeps sweaters!! This is what made me want to live in Manhattan. Well, I'm not that hip, but I imagine that the piles on my floor are my equivalent of a SoHo oven. Or something.Dr Writehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16408687271313205905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11240270.post-52126211533207569482009-11-30T18:03:40.687-08:002009-11-30T18:03:40.687-08:00Oh, thank you for this. Seriously.Oh, thank you for this. Seriously.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03435959688644291813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11240270.post-80095694271070823552009-11-30T12:45:59.473-08:002009-11-30T12:45:59.473-08:00Oh, yes. This post makes me want to lay my head d...Oh, yes. This post makes me want to lay my head down and cry. Softly though. And gratefully.<br /><br />I'm signing my name in under gilian's for the petition to the Advisory Board for the Way Things Are - where does that screaming voice come from, and why do we feel we have to listen?<br /><br />Though I know you only through your words, it makes me glad to imagine the color of your walls and the paintings and that you are happy in them. (Not so glad about things approaching flu - {spitting between fingers to dispel the evil eye})Emma Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05445947251876802806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11240270.post-41212380139043817212009-11-29T22:59:52.377-08:002009-11-29T22:59:52.377-08:00Why do we do this to ourselves? I don't mean ...Why do we do this to ourselves? I don't mean the mess because sometimes we are so busy living that we simply don't have time to event notice the mess, let alone carve out time to deal with it/work through it/put it in the trash, fridge, closet. I mean where does that inner screaming voice come from that tells us we are the mess when obviously, we are not the mess or even a mess. We are simply busy living.<br /><br />I, also, love that your house is so very much your house. (and by "your" I mean of course, you and the historian--hope he is well soon.)gilianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com