On Sunday I went on a great hike with my parents. We explored around an old farmstead up in the Delaware Water Gap National Recreational Area. About a year ago, someone was living there, but it is now vacant. A plaque on the side of the house dates it at 1812 but it looks like a summer kitchen was added on later. Unfortunately, all the windows on the lower level were boarded up, otherwise I would have loved to have seen inside. I find myself often drifting off into daydreams about living there—so far away from everything, tucked in a perfect little location, plenty of room for a big garden, and barns for animals.
I want to thank you all for your sweet comments, emails and well wishes. You’ve helped me decide that I do want to continue blogging (I thought about giving it up.) I’m doing better than I was, I feel like I’m getting my footing—Spring is always so promising, isn’t it? Warm sunshine and hikes (like the one above), plenty of good music, stacks of books, big plans (seen here if you’re not a ravelry member.) I’m focusing on taking things one day at a time.
In case you are wondering, I’ve officially closed up my shop. I was going to let it peter out, waiting for things to sell. But instead I just offered things to family, which resulted in a little tug of war over one bag—I promised my mother I’d make her a new one in her choice of fabric someday. I just hope that someday is soon. See, I am in the worst sewing slump I’ve ever been in. I haven’t been in my studio in over a month. Today’s plan is to go in there, close the door, turn on some good tunes, assess and organize. I’m not making any plans other than that. If I end up inspired to pick up scissors or pass a needle through fabric, all the better.
Instead, I have been cooking and baking like mad. As I mentioned in my last post, I have a handful of food photos and some great recipes to recommend.
I hope you’ve all been well. Is Spring on your doorstep yet? (Or Fall, if you’re a southern-hemispherian?)