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This is the song I consciously make myself think about when I’m up to my eyeballs, feeling like I might go under at any second. It’s a mood lifter and mantra, all in one. This morning I blasted it while precariously balancing atop a kitchen stool to wipe down the ceiling cobwebs.
AND IT WORKS. ¡Viva the chaos!
All is well!
This same time, years previous: 51 pies, the quotidian 12.16.19), croissants, sour candied orange rinds, almond shortbread, brightening the dark, supper reading.
2 Comments
Thrift at Home
Why yes, I am coming here every day, hoping for a wedding post, tee hee.
Candi R.
Hey there mama, think of all your planning, labor, and work like childbirth. You are indeed laboring towards the event of gaining a new beautiful daughter.