Falling Glass

So you know when you move into a new apartment and you've just started the decorating process and you're trying to decide where items will go to find their permanent space?



Imagine you've found this really great vase that is definitely a statement piece; it completes the look and pulls the entire room together. It's such a display piece the only place you think to put it is on the mantel but, as you're walking toward the mantel, vase in hand, you feel a pit developing deep in your stomach because you're beginning to wonder if this vase, the missing puzzle piece to your apartment decor-puzzle, may be too large to safely reside on the mantel.



You take a breath and gently inch the vase into place. As you're about to peel your fingers off, you notice the base of the vase is barely peeking over the edge of the mantel. Crossing your fingers, you walk away and hope the vase will stay, snug in its place, at least long enough for you to admire its beauty.

And beautiful it is.



You contemplate whether the vase would be safer in another place.
For kicks, you try out the bookshelf...Definite no.

So you try placing the vase on the coffee table...Negative there too.

Maybe someplace in the kitchen...Like where?

By default and stubborn design ideals, the vase ends up exactly where it started, on the mantel. And although you have the slightest bit of doubt in your stomach, you push through and over and around it, and gently slide the vase into its new home; the mantel.



Weeks go by and you gawk at your vase everytime you walk by. You even find yourself walking by as you brush you teeth in the morning just to catch a glimpse. Your friends all know about your beautiful vase and its beauty in your apartment and they've all been welcomed (or forced) over to see its radiance.



You're beginning to wonder why you ever doubted your little mantel and your spectacular vase. A few days later as you're running through your apartment, running late for a meeting and somehow missing the back of your earring, you find yourself on your hands and knees searching for your missing part and you hear the slightest bump. Just a shift in the apartment.



As you find your earring and grab your purse you happen to look back at your vase and suddenly feel like life has shifted into slow motion.
The vase appears to be off kilter and slides off the mantel.

And shatters.

Into thousands of pieces.


And you watch it fall. What else can you do? But watch.

And you think back to the night you put it on the mantel. And how much you debated whether it was safe or not.

Shoot Rosemary. It didn't look that bad on the bookshelf. You should have known better.



But the worst part is, you can't even stay to clean it up. You can't stay with your vase and apologize for your poor choice or your bad ideas, you just have to leave because, you have to leave-places to be and people to see. You can't even grieve over the lost vase.
And it was a beautiful vase.

You just have to go.



So you took the risk of displaying the vase and letting it set up on the mantel for awhile. And even though it was only for awhile, was it worth it?



When you arrive home you begin to sweep up the broken pieces of the vase and lay it to rest. Hesitantly.

But what else can you do with a vase that is so many pieces, you can't find the bottom or the top. There's nothing else to do but leave it alone and throw it away. And next time, buy a smaller vase or, a bigger mantel.

There it is! The Truth to the Tune of 'Falling Glass.'
CD release Feb. 26....Check back for more songs revealed!
Much Love,
Rosie