Today, after a meeting, I took time to stroll through a couple antique shops, which is one of my favorite pastimes. I love the stories that come to mind as I peruse the vintage trinkets. I purchased a bellows just like the one my parents had when I was growing up. Everyone with a fireplace must have a bellows and now we have one. It was exactly what I went to find and it was in the third booth I stepped into. Imagine that. I saw a metal dollhouse just like one my friend had and it made me think of her fondly and the fun we used to have together. For every cookie jar, cracker tin, and old lunch box, I was taken to a different time and place. It was lovely. I was once again, getting to know me in a different way. Uncovered and open to memories from a place of love and appreciation and not resentment or judgement. This is a magical place to be.
On a final note: It's been said, "A woman's work is never done." This is a picture of me dressed up for the Lacon Old Settlers Parade with a sign that reads the same. I always thought this jinxed me into being a do'er. Well that is only half true. I will always work on being my best self, but the dishes can wait!