Things I Have Said

On this frosty, breezy, chilly morning I was moaning and groaning about the weather and longing for the moments when I can go to the porch with my coffee, my dog, and a book while I enjoy the beauty of flowers and the scents of the neighbor cutting grass. Then reality grabbed me as I realized, again, that I am wishing my life away. I don't want to do that, I want to savor each day, each season as they evolve. So all this thinking sort of reminded me of some of the other things I have said that I would never do again.

I will never:

• buy one of those pricey new Smart Phones!
• say I don't need any more teapots.
• say The sewing machines I already have are more than enough.
• say I sure don't need any more fabric. 
• be one of those fussy coffee people.
  
• be one of those people who made a point of checking the price of gasoline.
• be caught having another large dog.
• Or another electric stove.
• obsess over stink bugs again.
• join another online (no pressure, no deadline) sew-alongs.
  
• make another "never" list again.
  
  Sometimes I think that I could live in one of those "tiny homes." Don't worry, I get over that quickly. I often get the urge to move house at this time of year, it's a restlessness I have carried my entire life. Move, redecorate, rearrange furniture etc. is the way I used to deal with that. Now, I need to enlist dear son for a major rearrange of my bedroom. Huge, heavy furniture mocks me knowing I am not ever going to be the intruder again. I have a few fine points to work out and lots of drawers to empty. In addition I store vintage quilts the space between the mattress and box springs and the floor in sealed bags. He will moan and groan about that. Much like his father His collections are sacred, mine, not so much. Love that boy, well a 50 year old is no longer a boy.....except to me. 💓