|What is the very first thing one does when, after many weeks of neglect, she tackles the major messy room of a house? Putting it to rights and creating some semblence of order and spaciousness. Why, she messes it all up again with a sewing project!
|a modified free bloomer pattern-turned-romper. Added a rectangle and straps and 'upsized' but not well enough.
|Behind the pretty flower frame, a chatty girl cleans the sink.
|copycat Olive Garden Fonduta with toasted homemade french bread. Oh.My.Word
The March lion came padding along, with the ferocity of snowflakes shaking from his mane. It put a halt on everything, this sea of white. It made things quiet, echoey, slow, cozy. Beautiful. And then, when the storm was over and all that was left was a world of white- the husband got busy making mountains and the children got busy clamoring up them.
I am in a rut. Maybe I've been in a rut for a while. Maybe that is why I go for a month or so before coming here for a reprieve. I feel constantly pulled in different directions and simultaneously standing still. I feel like I am working tirelessly but accomplishing very little. I wonder if what I am accomplishing is even worth it or if my priorities are skewed. I think I need a fresh start. I think I need a change of scenery. A new perspective. Less of some things, more of others. Wisdom to know which is which.
I think I need spring.
Who's with me?