I love pea gravel too. Not only does it have an alluring feel underfoot, but the sound of it is music to my ears. When I first put it on a garden path of mine, I would walk aback and forth and back and forth, getting aurally intoxicated with its delicate crunchiness. I found I began to miss it so much during working hours that I began to carry some with me: lining the bottom of my (non-tasseled) shoes with about a 1/4" of it. Oh my! Transportable joy.
Being one not inclined to leave well enough alone, I then installed a small foot box of pea gravel under my desk, so that I could podially luxuriate throughout the day. But my studio mates became jealous, and soon thereafter, after returning from bathroom breaks, I began finding them parking their soles in MY FRIGGIN PEA BOX!! People are getting snippy and demanding box time. I tell them, "Build your own damn box--there's plenty of gravel to go around!", but they think I've got some inside connection for the really good stuff.
Gaugs, I don't know what to do. Should gravel come between friends? |
