I have lots of flamingos. Way too many to be honest. That still doesn't stop me from purchasing more. Many times while in Florida I would pick up a mingo and coo over it, show it off to everyone with me and then set it back down. For several of them either Lyz or Joni would say "If you aren't going to buy it yourself, I am going to buy it for you." This would result in Jenn rolling her eyes, and me putting it into my shopping cart.
You've heard me talk about my plaster facade. I am starting to realize that it doesn't exist as much as it once did. I am starting to break through. My facade is now many faceted. You see bits of the real me, bits of the old me, bits of the me I am now, and bits of the me I am trying to become. My facade is now a mosaic. Some edges are rough, and can cut you deep, some of them are soft, begging to be touched. But all of the pieces are pieces of me. If you love me for one, you love me for all of them.
The other thing I like about my facade being a mosaic is that it represents the broken bits of me. Yes, I am broken, I always will be a little broken, but I have been put back together. You can see the bits of grout holding me together. My friends. My family. The people I love.
It was the first flamingo I saw at the flea market, and there was never a doubt in my mind that it would be coming home with me.
7 comments:
I love it!
You are so unique. Love the flamingo. Welcome back, sorry you had to return from such a sunny locale.
It looks, from the second photo, quite victorious!
You may have a lot of mingos but they are all so unique!!
I love hime!
tres chic, I must say!
It's awesome!!
By the way, the secret word I have to type in is "cowingo".... I wonder if this is like a cow/flamingo?
perfect.
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