I’m the worst for projecting personalities onto inanimate objects. For this reason, it makes me sad to see a single mitten left in a snow bank. There’s a giant spruce tree in the front yard of our house and one day I noticed the bumps and cracks in the bark made a smirking face that stared at you when you stood in the right place in the window.
Unfortunately, a gale force wind blew up one winter afternoon about 4 years ago, snapping the tree in half and taking the face with it.
Which brings me to pies. The vents slashed in pastry have always reminded me of sleepy eyes. Next time you walk into a bakery and stand in front of the pies, look very closely to see if any of them are furtively sneaking a peek at you