I’ve come to realize that I have a problem: I am a clothes hoarder.
I know, I know that sounds like a good thing, but I don’t just hoard clothes for me, I hoard clothes for the other 3 members of my family. 372 more words
A dear friend, just 55 and apparently healthy, died in her sleep on St. Patrick’s Day.
She left behind a desolate husband—and a house she inherited from her father, along with all the belongings he had accumulated in a long life. 825 more words
Admittedly MIA from Justme…a combination of wrapping up the piecing the quilt tops before family and guests begin arriving, spring cleaning and general busy-ness.
It was rather cathartic, giving my home a thorough cleaning, concluding with a rather thin motley orange mop tossed out with the garbage and poking out of the top of the green trash can. 419 more words