For some time now, I've been in the market for a new quilt for my bed. It's not that I lacked for bedding; far from it in fact. I rather enjoy bed linens and have built up something of a collection. On the other hand, new bedding would offer a welcome break with a past life. I'm picky and wanted to spend my money on something that I really loved. I'd had my eye on a couple of quilts I liked but the Pottery Barn catalog that arrived in July turned up the perfect quilt. So now I sleep under the mantle of a new quilt; one that represents a break both figurative and real from a past life that still confuses me.
After some initial concerned sniffing, Tiger has concluded that it will serve his napping needs quite nicely.
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.