where is my ticky tack

i am not rural; not really urban either, and definitely wanted to be but didn’t and don’t fit into the box of sub-urbanite with two cars, two kids, spousal unit, house, comfy job, bunko and tennis clubs, a bible study here or there and some kind of service or ministry project that makes me feel good about myself. nope don’t fit, never did, did try. just don’t have enough ticky tack. and there is an expectation of ticky tack and sameness. but I must say I do love my hood and the little surprises it brings me and I am absolutely not against and even partake in a little retail shopping therapy (as proven this afternoon with a new paper of jeans and a fruffy blouse.