Some Thoughts On Pretend Gratitude

Pollyanna Positivity, and Choosing Instead to be Rooted in What is Real

It’s 9:09 PM and here I sit carefully deconstructing an extra pillow sham so I can re-cover the wood-carved footstool my Dad made 30 years ago.

The upholstery is currently the essence of fine 1990s floral tapestry.

I’ve considered leaving it as an ode to shoulder pads, hunter green, and Full House.

But instead, I’m updating it to something more cottage-li…