What makes us stop at the sight of red velvet ropes? What do we tell ourselves, that prevents us from just "crossing the red line?" Why do we feel we don't belong on the "other side?"
For a post astonishing in its' brilliance regarding this very thing, please click here.
Thank you to scrapsoflife.com, a fantastic blog I discovered today, for pointing me to ittybiz.com. Or, maybe no thank you--since that's where my morning went....
After reading this post by Chris Anthony, your perception of who you are in this world, will be changed--in a positive and challenging way.
I hope you do yourself a favor this morning, and click over here.
Love you all.
I'm glad you enjoyed the article :)
ReplyDeleteSounds interesting.. and since I've just plunked the kids down in front of a DVD, I have time to do a little reading!
ReplyDeleteThe post was most certainly very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI want a red velvet rope around me!
ReplyDeleteThat was very interesting. Thank you for sharing. Very insightful.
Nothing bad will happen if I cross that red line. I have to remember that. I love you, girl.
ReplyDeleteThat was fascinating!
ReplyDeletePerhaps I should get some professional velvet rope holders to follow me around. Although it would probably make me feel like I was consistently on the wrong side of it.
ReplyDeletePerception.
Thanks, as always, Alexandra, for pointing me in the right direction!
ReplyDeleteAnd can I say another thank you for the ever-so-complimentary comments you leave over at my site! You know how to make a day.
Interesting question about the ropes. Huh. I'm gonna go over and read your suggested link. :o)
ReplyDeleteEmpress, you probably helped solve a problem I am facing without realizing it. I love you for this! BIG HUG!!! :D
ReplyDeleteWell how can I not go check it out? I'm off to click.
ReplyDeleteMade me think. My mother has never been the type of person to stand behind a rope. She always asks for what she wants. I tend to stand in line.
ReplyDeleteRed velvet rope, red velvet sofa, you're just all about the red velvet, aren't you?
ReplyDeleteHope you had a fabulous vacation! I've missed you buried under these boxes. I'll be crawling out soon, I hope.
i'm heading over, you've never been wrong about leads before!
ReplyDeleteI cross the red velvet ropes all the time. Because I'm hawt. And no one questions the fact that I must be on the list. Or with the band.
ReplyDeleteGreat advice for someone who is willing to cross the line. Doubt it would be me.
ReplyDeleteOK, I am intrigued...off to read.
ReplyDeletewhy DO we let those red ropes stop us! never again!
ReplyDeleteOH god, I'm such a red line waiter. I want to cross...I can cross!!! Thanks for the article.
ReplyDeleteLots of yummy love,
Alex aka Ma, What's For Dinner
www.mawhats4dinner.com
I mostly encounter yellow lines. When they referenced parking lots I had to laugh because folks around here mostly ignore the lines in favor of a sort of free form style.
ReplyDeleteMaybe if they invested in some red paint....