Make the small things count

Make the small things count

Deciding to take a day away from all things job-hunting related I ventured out with a girlfriend, Catherine, to take in some country air and antique viewing.

Just like the fresh coat of paint, this was a welcomed release from job applications. The three hours spent browsing shops and catching up with a friend was wonderful. It helped take me out of my tiny little world of “jobs, jobs, jobs” to emerge in the larger, more important world of me; the world of my friends.

Since this was a first for us, “vintaging” together, I also learned some new things about an old friend. Not to sound creepy, but observing where she went first in the stores, reactions to my “ohhs and ahhs” and also what made her “ooh and ahh” was a mini friendship lesson. I learned she liked things I wouldn’t have assumed before (rusty metal and ants), and also made mental notes of places she may like in the future (Manassas antique shop with lots of jewelry!). These small observations may be teeny-tiny, but just like a flower unfolds its petals to full glory, friendships have petals to drop too. Being aware and listening with your ears and eyes is an important part in any friendship; trying new things together gives you both an opportunity to listen with new ears and eyes.

Speaking of flowers…another small thing that counted: Forget-me-knot china dish! 

Shown with peach for size comparison- it's small!

My mother who passed several years ago loved wild flowers. During the warm weather months our home was always brightened by untamed bouquets of whatever she could readily pick from the backyard. From a branch of the lilac tree outside her bedroom window to a bunch of tiger lilies from along the creek path; in old mason jars or a cherished teapot, flowers were abundant! Her favorites being black-eyed-Susan’s and forget-me-nots.

Since her passing I’ve always kept an eye out for reminders of her, including anything with these flowers. Yesterday for a mere $2.00 I acquired tiny little dish delicately painted with forget-me-nots. I’ve placed it on my dresser, to hold my engagement ring when not wearing. Fitting, since she did really cheer for Evan being the man I’d marry.


The little dish, with the tiny flowers was just another lift yesterday. A lift that would remind me the smallest of things can really make a girl happy. In life, it usually is the small things that count.