Monday, March 29, 2010

Wish I Was There.

Coming home is like a trip to a spa and bed and breakfast combined. My mom's home is love. She tinkers constantly and makes everything beautiful. I can only feel envious and hope that one day her talent for arranging and beautifying will somehow rub off on me.
If you are in the neighborhood, let her know. Her room rates are cheap and she always makes bacon and fried eggs for breakfast. Laters.



























1 comment:

  1. I wish you were here too! The shutters in my kitchen window are the ones I got in Ct. at the yard sale for free. I love freeeeeeee!!!

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