There is a very unpleasant and as yet unidentified odor in my dining room. This distresses me. Greatly.
I am almost done making this apron for Louisa… or Millen… or maybe Amelia. I suppose I’ll just wait and see who lays claim to it first. That’ll be interesting to observe.
Tomorrow we take a field trip to the farm to help harvest corn, seventeenth century style. We’ll also grind cornmeal, make cornbread and HOPEFULLY come home with more pumpkins, squash and cornstalks than our front porch can reasonably hold. But since when have I been reasonable? About fall decorations on my front porch? Never, thaz when. Yup.
And I have taken to wearing my hair in a single long braid down the center of my back.
Just what is this world coming to? Oh my.