I have a long history of not really being a homebody type of person. Some of Scouty's first words were, "Where are we going next?" It drove my mom crazy. She always talked about how Scouty went more places before she turned two than my mom had been in her lifetime.
As a young person, I was always, "out." Even when I got my first apartment, I only used it as a place to drop all of my stuff before I ran out, again.
I don't know if I'm getting old, or if having two kids is finally slowing me down, but I've been getting into the idea of a home, lately.
|My newest favorite thing is this print from Bags of Love, of Scouty staring out at the ocean from the magical Elizabethan gardens of Roanoke Island.|
|This was one of the most beautiful days of my life. I had just driven for 13 hours, alone with the girls. We slept in a rundown motel on the shore, and in the morning, we visited one of my favorite places on Earth. Everything was silent. A cold wind came off of the water. Thank you, Bags of Love, for capturing the moment perfectly, and for helping me make my home a place I love to be.|
|We are very into projects, lately. We're making terribly spooky ghosts, right now.|
|I love my little helpers. We are going to have the creepiest Halloween party, ever.|
|This morning, I set my cup of tea on the windowsill, and Scouty climbed up to watch it bloom. I loved her stillness and beauty against the sunlight through the window. She said, "This is beautiful. You should take a picture."|
We've also been dancing our afternoons away at living room dance parties.