Our new farmhouse is a little drafty and a little, well, little.
Real estate agents would call it "cozy" or "charming." On a bad day I call it cold and cramped.
On a good day I make the best of it and relish the close quarters as we have school and play and craft
all in the same spaces.
(See that ironing station there? I am ridiculously proud of it because I whipped it up in ten minutes before my quilting retreat, where they sell the same item, sans vintage linen topper, for $35. And now I see them all over pinterest (That site is yet another way for me to understand that I know nothing about technology.)
and I want to say, I made one too! For less than $5! From a useless TV tray and scraps of fabric!
And you can too! (Feel free to shed your punctuation sensibilities at any time.))
Grace continues to work on the timeline that, it seems by definition, never will end.
Jack Frost visits and I think again about digging up more plants from the old homestead.
I think about it but I am just too overwhelmed with
the thought of gathering shovel, containers, gas money to trek back there.
And then, won't it be nice for the buyers (please, buyers, be gardeners!) to be surprised by the bounty of heirloom planting there in much the same way I am beginning to see some shoots of joy to come
in tiny green buds and brave little emerging bulbs here at the creekside? It will.
I am paying it forward in the plant department.
And I'm quilting for coziness and craziness ... and we mustn't forget ... for draft protection.
I also cook too much, but no related photos at this time.
What do you do to up the coziness factor in February?