o.k. I guess it's my turn to share my favorite things. My dial up sucks so I'll just share a couple of pictures. This one is my piano. It needs refinishing and so I thought I'd be crafty and paint an ugly little flower deal on it. Didn't turn out so great. I'm considering my next move.
I also love my great-grandmothers 100 year old cookbook. It has the most amazing recipes (I had to figure out what a "slow oven" was) and the most amazing remedies as well. For instance to ventilate a room place a pitcher of cold water in it and it will absorbe all the harmful gasses in the room caused by respiration. There are recipes for removing freckles, curing pimples, increasing hair in the eyebrows alongside chapters on how to serve state dinners and antidotes to poison. I wish I could list it all. It is so cool.
And speaking of old things I love vintage shoes, clothes, knick knacks, - you name it. Here is a picture of some of my favorite shoes that I don't wear (they look lame in the picture but with the right outfit may be I could pull it off!)
not pictured are my sandals with the intricately hand carved wedge heel, calf length black leather boots, red cowboy boots and many, many others. I also have a lot of vintage clothes (my grandmother's swing dancing skirt and top) but don't wear them very often.
I could go on all day about my Dyson vacuum, apple laptop and other favorite "modern contrivances" but the kids just woke up from a nap.
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