wednesday contemplation

I think I can safely say that this has been a week of incredible low points. I would really love to write something witty and nice here in blog, muse about colours and yarn and bobbaloos and Stockholm, Sweden questions and perky giveaways. And shoes and castles, cats and dogs, good food and really fantastically good news.

But for now I just can't, things that happened today - people that have such dull, pathetic, futile, unfullfilled lives of their own that they rejoice in talking a lot of rubbish behind others' back, assuming one person is telling the truth without having even made an effort to hear the other person's version and spread rumours that are so far from the truth, I feel nothing but the uttermost contempt for those people - have left me drained, jaded, tired. Angry and sad. Such stupidity and inability to distinguish right from wrong and instead simply relish the talking of utter crap. Ah, the problem with common sense is that it's far too uncommon.

Life just seems a bit too lopsided right now.

And I desperately cling to the really good stuff, like the fact that there are inspiring, kind people when and possibly where you least expect it. That there are actually anonymous blog stalkers dressed as Easter bunnies who send unexpected and most precious of gifts (above, more of raspberry preciousness later). That's seriously sweetness and I can't say thank you enough. Really. Really. Very much.

That there are lovely blog readers who take time and consideration to leave the dearest of comments. That I often smile in delight when I do the comment moderation on train in the mornings. A most pleasant way to start commuting mornings.

And that I, very unexpectedly, the other day stumbled over that yellow submarine tea-strainer I've been wanting to find for so long. Shadows, gloom and doom may be lurking. But the power of a good tea-strainer (and good tea) should never ever be underestimated.