I bought a cover up in my trip to Hawaii a few years ago and never wore it once. Yes I’m talking about the same kind of cover up them women folk wear to the beach to cover their bodies when transferring from hotel -> beach and back to the hotel. I took this thing with me on a camping trip a few weeks ago, showered in the woods and threw this over me to well, cover up after my shower. I sat under my awning on a hot spring afternoon and ended up wearing it up until bedtime. Ok that’s a lie. I slept in it. It’s just a multi striped, towel ish, toga ish blanket thing you throw over your head with a hoodie, draw string and pockets. The pockets have openings for easy access to everything under the cover up if you got an itch to scratch or god knows what I don’t kink shame but I’ve gotten attached to this thing. It’s amazing once you get over the Flintstone aesthetic. I feel like I’m hanging out in Bedrock with Fred and Barney. Speaking of hanging out I don’t recommend wearing this around strangers without some sort of support underneath. Especially in the humid months.

Use your imagination.

Regardless I highly recommend one. Suck up your shyness toward the ridiculous and get one. Just remember to close your legs when you sit down. I’m currently wearing mine.

I drove down the mountains after spending the night next to a creek in Brevard with house plants on my mind. I’m in my 50’s so for the last couple of years I’ve started cruising the plant section of the local home improvement stores with the intention of adding some organic, leafy love in my household. I got home after my camping trip and lasted an hour on the sofa before I left my home to start my quest for plants. I knew Costco had some on one of their aisles so I fought the afternoon madness and bought one of each. I chose a big palmy one, two skinny ones, a bushy one and a spiky one. As I was buying the plants I decided my rug at home wouldn’t match the plants so I bought another rug. A big shag one because I like soft things between my toes. Like synthetic grass without the surprise of bugs crawling up your feet. Im a child of the 70s I will always be drawn to shag

But

Fuck linoleum

And dark mustard colors

As I was rug shopping I realized our lighting situation was lacking. I hate overhead lights they’re distracting and blinding. This house we reside in has around 46 to each room. I could do brain surgery in any room in this house with the flick of 10 switches. I spend half my morning trying to line up all the light switches into the same position or pinpointing the location of a random light fixture that won’t turn off.

So I bought mood lighting. That’s where I am now in life. As I was buying multiple mood lighting lamps I found a needle point framed art with a sunrise on it and just had to have it. Along with some picture frames. After four hours of shopping, rearranging half the downstairs and drilling 48 holes in the walls to hang things including this amazing sewn picture of the sun, I decided that a really big hanging plant would tie the entire room together. I left for a nursery down the road and bought a big leafy one. Drilled a hanger on the wall and hung her up.

When I finished up my side quests I sat on my sofa with a big fat smile on my face for the rest of the evening admiring the new aesthetics of my living room.

I am my mother’s child. We used to do this in the summer months at our home in Piedmont. My mom would get up one morning and say “Hey Pumpkin, we are going to move a bedroom into the living room. And I’d be like “um ok” and away we’d go.

And it would look good. My stepfather would come home after long hauling to California and back and trip over the newly repositioned bed 3 feet from the front door when he’d get home.

I sat in my living room enjoying my mood lighting, the shadows of my newly acquired plants and I stared at the all the photos I’d just hung of our daughter.

Big

Fat

Smile

Sunday, I sat all day in a Brevard creek. I ate a burger with fries from a local food truck and dozed off under my awning in Pisgah while it drizzled.

Sunday I rested

Monday I created

Balance

I was reading an old memory of mine on FB this morning from 2019. A raucous day of my kitchen crashing and burning at Habitap. 45 minute ticket times, crisis management and mental bruises. Somedays I feel like I was in a long lucid dream of chaos.

It’s 6:38am, I’m sitting on my sofa with crooked smile on my face. I have no doubt after that day at Habitap I tied one on like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t even keep up with my non drunken odometer anymore. It doesn’t define me.

But

It’s been a long while.

I wonder if I can wear my cover up flinstone onesie at work today?