It has come to my attention yet again, that I love "home".... and all that it represents. The place where our furry, feathery family and my books and slippers.... and my crafty stuff are. *sigh.
Weekends just aren't long enough.
I noticed today that i can see my favorite corner of the kitchen, reflected in the bathroom mirror.....Even my wet hat drying on the tub faucets seemed pretty today.... despite the gray skies and rain.
I spent some time redecorating my mouse hole today; you cant' do that from work.
and later.... when I'm the going up the stairs to bed, and the house is quiet and everyone is nestling in to sleep; I will, as always, gaze up and smile at the warm glow of my "antique" lamp that lights my way.
I love being home as well:) The more the older I get. It's my harbor, my safe place.
ReplyDeletePS: I love the lamp!! What's it story?
I find myself becoming that way also. I used to always be on the go and never liked to relax at home. Now I look forward to the evening when it gets dark outside and the warm lamplight makes it so much cozier.
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