The Social Porcupine

The first thing one usually likes to do when they get home from a long trip is look into their closet and wear the clothes they haven't touched in months. And of course, I did that. But what I'm wearing above I had with me all those months... and yet never wore that combination together. Odd how that is.  Except the mittens. I've found them in my drawer, a birthday gift from years ago that I thought so lovely yet was unsure of how to wear.  Until my fingers were too cold to quilt and I wanted to quilt.  I've done a lot of road tripping. And yet this last one was truly the best one. I'm still glowing. How good it is to be a gypsy, woke on all the right day to the surprises, gay and because I was homeschooled and learned my words from old books and could care less what those who've never read have to say about my vocabulary.  To have dreams is one thing. To witness the advent of your visions is another. And that's where I'm at. ...

Last Summer I began moving into one of the houses on my parents' property. Not sure how long I'll remain here, but for the moment I've quite enjoyed having space.  Some call my style old-ladyish. Perhaps? I like it. And I like old ladies. So just fine by me. I loved this little bit of flowers I planted under my kitchen window. Unfortunately, the goats and chickens demolished them, even though I'd put up a small fence.  I went through a small phase where I was addicted to couches. Here are a few extras that wouldn't fit inside, so they were enjoyed for a couple weeks outdoors.  Inside My Kitchen:  The fondest memories are made when gathered around the table.  Emma Reed My cupboards are full of vintage dishes, my pantry is full of wholesome goodies. Some guest accidentally tore off the front of my silverware drawer, then a brother threw that piece of wood away. Still trying to figure o...