The welcome mat;

I went shopping for a door mat. I had no preferences. All I knew is that it had to make an impression; I wanted Jane next door and John across the street to know that I was riveting, exceptional. However, after a tedious search, I came up with nothing. I went back home feeling frustrated, unaccomplished and sad.

Thinking of my inability to host, I thought of all the brunches I had planned. I cried for all the people who’d miss my not so good cooking skills and my diverse music taste. 

As my heart bled and my brain worked overtime, it came to me; “My mind!” I squealed. “That conundrum would be perfect for a mat.” I said. Not the kind to be stepped on of course, but the kind to be the first thing a soul would experience after knocking on my door. There and then I made a decision. Only thing left was to light some house warming candles and get cooking.

Welcome home my lovelies 💗

Your hostess, 

Meilar.