But this is not the pretty I speak of today. I am thankful for the simple, less contrived pretty.
The pretty that gently persuades.
The pretty that is free of an agenda.
The pretty that easily goes unnoticed.
I depend on the pretty to remind me.
When things (or I) don't feel pretty, I embrace pretty, and pretty becomes part of me.
Call me silly or shallow, but I love the pretty.
If only I could fit shoes into this 'pretty' category.
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I was blog hopping - and I love this. Taking time to appreciate the natural "pretty" can be so peaceful.
Um, who told you shoes didn't count? What about the pretty that goes unnoticed? It could fall under that category.
I do love me some pretty too.
I love that! I've said for years, it's all about the aesthetics. What would we do without pretty?
And Martha, you have a way of making everything pretty.
Sidenote: My husband is singing "raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens..." right now. Apparently he likes pretty too. Oh geez.
Amen to what laurie said.
When we first got married, my dh had a hard time understanding why pretty mattered. Why replace his interesting choice of curtain fabrics? Why cover the perfectly functional (albeit not pretty) couches? He's coming around, but I think some men don't really get that pretty makes a difference.
i love pretty...that is why i am sad that i don't have a little girl. my husband would kill me if i tried to make the boys pretty.
he was pretty mad that i called connor's underwear panties while we were potty training him...what can i say? i am a girl, through and through!
pretty pictures. This is a good reminder of how we all need to stop and remember to look at the pretty. It is so easy to get rushed around and not notice it!
This would make a great poem, or card or blog. Pretty!
Martha - YOU are the pretty.
shoes..did someone mention shoes? Shoes are definitely pretty!
Ditto... I love the pretty... you are a talented photographer... I think that we should all get together one night and exchange photo tips... And by that I mean - you and Becky teach me... XXOO
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