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Robin Deacle  //  Nothing inspires writer's block like a blank screen.

I am a writer, a team leader, a dog mama, townhome owner, eager traveler and star gazer. Penn Stater. Card Maker. Love Taker, don't you mess around with me ;)

 
May 10 / 7:10pm

The importance of a childhood gift.

I was driving home tonight, shifting gears, when the ring I got at Crafty Feast a couple of weeks ago slipped and dug into my index finger.

For an instant, as I caught a pointed edge and turned it back around, my mind flashed on a ring I had growing up.

It was silver, fashioned in the shape of the symbol for Taurus. I thought it was a funny-shaped fish. I remember my aunt, Linda, gave it to me.

I remember that ring was really important to me. I don't know why. It was mine? It was from my aunt? I was a kid and didn't have many pretty things?

It reminded me of a quote I pulled during my speech research. It's from Thomas Paine: "What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly.

"Tis dearness only that gives everything its value."

I like the $30 ring I got last month. It's not nearly as special as that gift from 30-plus years ago.
 
Dec 18 / 9:47am

My other Christmas tree.

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This one status lit year round.

 
Nov 30 / 4:30pm

An old memory

I was poking around on the website of a bed and breakfast mansion in Richmond (it was a Living Social deal of the day) and I found this picture of one of their bedrooms. 

On the wall is a picture that is a vivid memory from my childhood - a girl playing the piano in a fancy dress. It used to hang over my grandmother's sofa, perpendicular to the actual upright piano. When I would play the piano at her house, I'd always look over my shoulder to see what the girl was playing.

I wonder what happened to that old picture...