we all dread mondays. usually for me it's like a ski jump at the vancouver olympics: at the strike of 5pm on friday, you're at the height, embracing the night with reckless abandon as the promise of the weekend lays before you. and then a slight tinge on saturday night as you feel the time racing by, hurtling out of your control. sunday morning you grasp for any shred of the last day before the work week starts: going to brunch, shopping or maybe perfecting the indentation on the couch and hoping against hope that the dead weight you've become can somehow halt, or at least delay, the screeching yet inevitable arrival of: monday.
to counter the all too familiar monday morning blues, my hope for this post is simply that you smile. :)
*note: because i have no idea how to make a song auto-play while you read, i'd like to suggest a little soundtrack as a backdrop to the story. even if you read no further, the sheer kitsch and bubblegum pop should inspire no less than a full-blown teeth-baring grin. guaranteed. so fire up the music and read on!
this weekend, we decided to check out the new west elm that opened in our neighborhood. no set agenda, just wanted to browse, check out the goods and be inspired. mission accomplished. but not for the reason you think...
the shopping excursion was a family affair and my 6 year old son was not exactly thrilled about the time set aside to shop—thereby cutting into an urgent rumble between darth vader and obi wan on the DS and an epic bokugan battle scheduled to be played out on our front door later that morning.
he grudgingly came along and proceeded to snuggle up against some fabulous cream mohair pillows. he moved further and stood awestruck as he admired the flock of origami birds suspended over a bed ensemble. then he ran to me with a major pronouncement: "mommy, mommy, i found the coolest thing ever!"
i ran over to check it out and looked in the direction he was pointing. "oh honey, i love it. it looks just like an eames chair! do you know who charles and ray eames are?"
"what are you talking about mommy?" he said. and then he pointed again, to the ceiling. "look mommy, i found a rainbow!"
i looked up. and there it was. light refracted from an uber cool glass lamp created a little slice of ROYGBV magic up on the ceiling.
i took my kid to the furniture store and, with his usual heart-warming sweetness and cheerful pov, he spent the rest of the time searching for rainbows...and finding them. on a vase. on the side of his head. even right on top of his eyes!
i hope, on this monday, you're lucky enough to find, as we did, a rainbow tucked away in a tiny little corner of your day.