Operation Be Settled continues despite my roller coaster emotions on the subject.
My sweet Momma got me these chairs for Christmas -4 in total. They have been stored at my parent’s home since then waiting for me to move to the farm. Well as we all know that has not happened. So in what I can only explain as a motherly swift-kick to the pants to encourage me to embrace where I am, my Momma had them delivered to me last weekend.
They promptly found a place on the back porch where they will hold up well to rain and wet bathing suit bottoms and sticky Popsicle drips.
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i am not living in the place of my dreams yet, either, and relate very much to what you've shared about yearning for your farmhouse and living in/trying to sell your now-house. i wish you (and me) the best on being where we are supposed to be … where God wants us to be. 🙂
and i want to say i also really like/relate to your style of decorating. thanks for what you share here. it's all very inspiring.
kathy