well, my parents have said they are going to send out their baby grand to our little house in the midwest. i hope it fits through our front door! it will eat up some space for sure inside but i envision a room like this where the piano takes on a personality of its own - breathing more passion, more life into our home and lives. i look forward to hearing sticky little fingers run up and down the black and white keys - at first banging out a tune or two. then will come the songs that sound like rain falling or reindeer on a rooftop. won't that be fine. we shall see.
human? really. i am speechless. my husband called me a sea monster when I was pregnant with my last. i devoured everything in sight. i was shaped like a refrigerator box. genetics are incredible. if i carried a little peanut like she does i would have had 10 for sure. bless her belly!
i wish i knew who she was - and if she went to lots of parties and had a closet full of dresses almost exactly like this one but in different fabrics and colors. when i see a painting like this it is like being introduced to someone new. i bet her fan was from an admirer, a lover. there is something about her that tells me she did not just sit in her parlor and read books or sew quietly by a window framed in lace. there is some fabulous story regarding that feather sitting atop her braided crown. what do you think?
gwen. 
"you do not need to be doing great things. In your own small way, among your neighbors, around your house, see that you are a friend to everyone. Learn to love everyone equally, no matter what he or she is." sri swami satchidananda
back to school has me reeling. i'm trying to get back into the swing of things. i'm back in school as well. 4th year into my master of divinity - i take one class at a time since my kiddies are so little. i've calculated that i'll graduate when i'm 96. seriously. i'm missing checking out my favorite blogs!! thanks so much for your notes.they mean so much to me! paz, k 
paz, k thanks so much for your perfect notes!!
if i were a painter i'd take my little painting bench and go sit beneath a tall oak tree today and hope that one or two of those wonderfully green acorns might find their way into my lap. i imagine this bench in a field of tall grass, with a painter's arched neck peering at a bird or nest, gracing the table with the most serene shadow. she would be wearing linen and have her pockets full of apples and stones, those things she could not pass by without picking them up to take a closer look and maybe a taste. perhaps she remains on her bench, sitting sideways, boots muddied until the sky turns purple at sunset. just my kind of saturday.
this photo is from jill's website where she sells incredible beautifully textured pillows and bags. take a look.
I could collect tea towels - but wouldn't want to use them! how about you?
found this very interesting pencil cup at a thrift store and now it holds the children's pencils. when it's time for homework I set it on the kitchen table and have them pick a pencil. it somehow eases them into their studies. simple joys - smiles and sweet pencils for addition, subtraction and a few crooked letters . happy school days!
skeleton keys
six red dice
bespeckled silhouette of little girl
