Once upon a time, back when I was a dewy eyed, fresh new blogger, someone said to me “Oh, you have a blog? Do you know Liz of Mabel’s House? She lives in North Little Rock too!”
And so I found Liz. But only online at first, and she was way cool. And popular. So I just lurked around a bit. Then slowly, I made contact. And then she started coming around my blog too, and I would see things, now and then, things that I made and sold at a local shop, I would see those things show up in her home, and on her blog, which was very cool. And then eventually, a few years down the road, I got brave. And I suggested that we meet. In person.
And we did. And it was lovely. Nowadays, despite her move across the river (which I have only sorda forgiven her for,) we continue to meet up now and again (that is lovely Liz in the polka-dots) to talk books and blogs and babies and thrifting.
Liz is also a book author of a charming memoir about faith and friendship called My (not so) Storybook Life. If you haven’t read it, please do so. And buy a copy for your best friend for Mother’s Day while you are at it!
Today Liz is making me a little misty eyed with her sweet post about A Homemade Year. It is always a little nerve wracking to have people I love and admire read my work. It is doubly so if I know I will have to see them face-to-face afterwards. I am overwhelmed by each person who takes away from the book exactly what I prayed they would – oodles and oodles of grace and freedom, permission to enjoy, to choose, to be.