Around 12:30, I was escorted into town by her father, who dropped me off for the last couple moments of church, and then I meandered--somewhat reluctantly--home to eat salad and a vegetarian burger. After this, I went out to do my favorite chore. It's not even really a chore to me. I swept my front porch and steps, taking care and being meticulous with my broom, making certain not to miss a single nook or cranny.
I had my special music in my ears the entire time I was doing this--not my Chevelle or anything of that sort, oh no. Sweeping the front porch calls for a special type of music. Lesley Gore, vintage Madonna, Herman's Hermits, perhaps a nip of Amy Winehouse or She and Him, if I feel a bit like cheating.
My soul is absolutely flying today. I don't think anything could damper my spirits.
Upon cleaning out our house, my mother gave me these salt and pepper shakers from the 1950s to put in my apartment someday. They are absolutely the most darling things I have ever seen. Here they are, nestled with my mushroom jars for now.
Can't wait to show you my newer projects!
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