Sorry about the hiatus. I’ve been taking a little time to think about which way to take this thing. Writing a blog is more than blabbing about my personal observations, it’s about community . . . well, this one is, anyway.
“Home is where the heart is” is right up there with “Live, Laugh, Love.” Honestly, in the 1980s and 1990s, we were overrun with little houses with hearts in them and geese. Heaven help us, the geese.
We also had various other farm animals: pigs and cows and chickens, oh my. I lived on a small farm, growing up. I’ve seen what those creatures look like in their natural settings, and I can say with no small amount of gag control that I don’t care for them being anywhere near my kitchen unless they are on a plate (apologies to my veggie and vegan buds).
Living, laughing, and loving has obviously run its course. Again, I raise my hands to heaven in gratitude.
I know. Instead of hanging it on our walls, let’s actually do it, right here, on this blog! Let’s celebrate home in all its juicy goodness. I’ve already fan-girled my town (and don’t think I’m gonna stop), and now it’s time to talk about nice things. Remember those? Remember Little House on the Prairie and Mary Engelbreit and Laura Ashley?
Oh, you better believe I’m going there. I’ve got a closet full of Briar Rose English day china and I’m not afraid to use it.
Here’s to cooking, sewing, and little girls with tea sets and dolls! Here’s to dogs and cats and hamsters and cherry Kool-aid! Here’s to crickets and lightening bugs and honey suckle and going barefoot in the grocery store! And here’s to NO POLITICS! Can I get a “hallelujah” up in here?
On this blog, we bake, we shop, we start Christmas browsing in August. We eat terrible things because they taste awesome. We drink tea. We talk about British television and the best way to organize a house or clean out an oven. We might even make a skirt! That’s right. We’re shallow; we’re silly, and we may or may not be a little chubby. Sometimes we knit.
Oh, and I’m about to start watching When Calls the Heart, because I am that person.
I am sick to my soul of all the ugliness in the world. I’m tired of being told who to like and who to hate. Instead, I think I’ll crochet something for somebody’s Christmas gift. I think I’ll go volunteer with my friends at the church. I think I’ll bake some cookies for the neighbor’s kids. Maybe I’ll take our blind dog outside and let him sit in the sun for a while.
I may even go online and fill out even more job applications for the umpteenth time, but I’ll need a cookie. What I’m not going to do is obsess about other people’s opinions. You know what they say about opinions.