Prepping for a pants-free weekend, may you all do likewise.
Infinite thanks to Mr. Willem for this diagram, the most frequently pantsless man I know.
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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Took me twenty minutes to stop laughing at that one…;) Must share on Facebook! Forgive my thievery…