I know. HEAP is happening in Tyler. Portia, Gina and Alan are at it in Dallas. Hico is hopping. And me? I'm grounded in Poetry.
You see, the music is playing and I've been dancing, but I am having some problems keeping in step with the rhythm.
The next few weekends, I intend to reacquaint myself with my house and home. My land. My garden. My barn. My pond. My trees. My cats. My carpet. My laundry. My garage. (Well, that garage thing could take more than a few weekends. *wink*)
Anywhoooo, you get the picture. No public appearances for a few weeks. I am fully aware that I am missing out. And I'm not very happy about that. But, sometimes, one has to act grown up. This is my turn. Ugh...
In the mean time, here are some shirts I picked up this morning between life appointments.
How's your outfit coming for Dress Up Day at Primitiques? Need a cool, vintage shirt?
Now, would you like to take a guess at what this is? I'll be using it at an event at my house in a few weekends.
It's about 2' x 2'. Hmmm...Whatcha think?
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