I have finally accepted the fact that I’ve been suffering from a touch of post traumatic junk.  I refuse to say the word “syndrome.”  That sounds so finalizing.  ick.  No, it will pass but in the mean time I am trying to find my pretty place.  You know, that place where you can take a deep breath and that smile of restful contentment comes across your face and you think, “now I could get used to this…”  That place.  There are a couple of things that have been that for me lately and I thought I would share them with you.  In case you have lost your pretty place.

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Here is a blog that I recently discovered that has many pretty pictures and art and crafts and poems:

Thoughts and Biro Sketches

And recently I’ve contemplated taking up some low key hobbies to stay in an immersed state of prettiness.  Like maybe knitting?

I’ve begun carrying my sketch book and pencils around in my purse.

Finding my pretty place is like going to therapy for me.  We will be near the Smoky Mountains at the end of the month.  Perhaps we can squeeze in a hike among the changing leaves before we return to the DZ (destruction zone).

Im foreseeing a lovely post about leaves soon, photos, sketches…the works.  I would love to expand my pretty place!  Please share your favorite pretty blogs or books or poems or websites!!!  I look forward to browsing through it all.

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