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?
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Let's see...I am 2/3 of the way done with the last step on my (almost) completely hand done table runner. I did cheat and sew the binding on the front with the machine.) and I have been baking bread to "sell"...no actual money has changed hands but that is the plan. Glad for a break between sorting grown pheasants and setting the 176,000 pheasant eggs that we are hoping to do over the next four months. Life is GOOD! Missing you though.
I eat. But you already knew that! I also fret. But I think you knew that too.
Oh, Cara, how I miss you! And how green am I that you are so productive? And Miss Mandy, you and I both know that sewing is better than eating or fretting. Maybe we should take up MORE activities to keep from those. Hmmm...
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