I still have a hole in my heart. And, now, I have another hole in my life. ‘Cept this one’s in my rug.
Neither of them are going to be easy to fix, I’m afraid.
But because we’re saving, I’ve been told to find a way to figure it out. The rug part, that is. Anyone have any pointers on mending jute?
Hole in rug = bad metaphor for my current melancholy.
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I’m so sorry about the hole in your heart. I missed that post last fall. I can’t imagine how hard that is.
I’m sorry about your rug hole too, but you know, I suspect that one will be a bit easier to fix.
All I can offer is virtual hugs, which I’m afraid won’t help with either of your problems. Can you move the coffee table over the rug or something to hide the hole in the rug? The hole in you heart- that is a hard one. {hugs}
My spouse recommends duct tape for everything. Maybe not the look you are going for.
Sending you lots of hugs. I don’t want to go into the whole clich about time — because it doesn’t always work with matters of the heart.
Thinking about you today.