Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
Some scenes from this week. I'm not getting as much down time as I used to-- now that I've picked up some different, more demanding writing gigs-- so I'm squeezing in project time and sewing time where I can, around the edges. Yesterday I went to Binghamton to provision myself for holiday making; tonight I will be getting down with my kitchen, socking away our Christmas eve dinner main course in my freezer. It's a craaazy busy time of year, but fortunately most of the busy is stuff I embrace. Cooking, decorating, tidying, cozying. It's all right in my happy place.
House-wise, I've been finally getting around to painting the clearstory-- that extra-high, extra-scary part above our staircase. Yuh. Three coats and lots of caulking, and I'm just praying I don't have to paint it again for ten years or so. But what an improvement! It should be done by early next week, if all goes as planned.