Heebie-Jeebie's

    There are a million smells, tastes, etc. that I love and could write about forever. Like my love for fresh rose petals, the smell makes you feel loved. Freshly picked lilacs in my bathroom; elicits the feeling of sitting on the porch on a warm summer night. The taste of brown sugar reminds me of childhood; helping my mother pull out warm gooey caramel rolls made from scratch; out of the oven. Instead I am going to brave through and tell about something I hate! 

     It's a texture that for some reason; maybe it's my ADD as it can make you extremely sensitive to textures and touch that this particular item drives me insane. Each time I feel it I want to climb the walls to get away from it. So if you ever see me hanging from a chandelier you will know why.  

    To the average person it is beautiful and delicate. It makes you feel classy and sexy. For some it provides a sense of comfort. It comes in many forms, from many lands, and its worth is determined by such. It is nature's elegant art form provided for our pleasure.  

     The velvety existence that entices most of you is what also distains me. Simply writing about this texture sends goose bumps racing up my arms, tingling every last hair on my head, ending with a shiver. It is silk, the once fabric that determined people's wealth. It is not only the flowing smoothness of silk that sends my body into panic mode. It can simply be the sight of the glimmering, lustrous fabric that sets me off. The thought of its softness when you run it across your skin makes me cringe. I once read it described as "a gentle breeze or fresh stream of water." That "it naturally and instantly warms to the touch, yet breathes and lets air pass through." Well not to me! It is my arch nemesis. I hate you silk!

 word count: 328