This was purchased by my cousin, John, years ago. He died of Alzheimer’s awhile back, and his wife, my cousin Joan, gave this to me,
I love it so much, and love that I have something of his.
So I put it in my dining room, but it was squished into the table, which annoyed me, until I had the bright idea, to turn the table around.
Duh. So simple.
I really am turning into my mother. It is evident as I get older, that I do things she did, I like things she liked.
I totally am addicted to notebooks, and pens,
I bought this one yesterday at the show I was doing.
The local library was selling them as a fundraiser.
The binding was removed, blank sheets were inserted, and the spiral binding put on.
The complete story was left inside.
They had many to choose from. I was torn: this one, or The Little Red Hen, or Moby Dick.
Up in my attic, I have totes of notebooks my mother used as diaries, dream journals, and more.
See what I mean?
Our show yesterday was in Peru, Vt. I have never done a show as well attended as this one.
There were so many great vendors, with so much talent. And the food was to die for, I wanted all of it!
Lois and my friend Linda, who is visiting from Georgia, helped me all day.
I could not ask for better friends. I am so blessed.
It was a good day, and Crazy as a Loom was very successful!
I love my old house.
I have an amazing family, and friends.
I love what I do.
Twenty two hot air balloons over Kingsbury.
Off to walk my sweet girl Naya.
Birthday party for a special 5 year old today.
Counting my blessings on this chilly fall morning.