It's all wrapped up in this:
I'm almost done with it; tomorrow I'll finish the quilting and do the binding. It doesn't match anything in my house, but I fell in love with the colors and patterns in the store. It's too small to fit on a bed, which makes me think it's perfect for wrapping up in on the couch during a cold winter night. Hmmm... I'm all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.
I realized today while I was taking out the trash (that's some good thinking time if you're ever needing to do some quick soul searching) that I could very easily become that crazy lady in the neighborhood that gets weird looks from everyone. I do what I can in my little apartment to make my own laundry soap, make all starches from scratch, and clean as environmentally as possible. I'd love to start a compost pile, grow some miniature fruit trees, and have some chickens, but I believe some of those dreams may have to wait for a house. By no means am I saying that those things make people "weird," but an over abundance of these things makes my family look at me like I'm crazy. I need to find the happy medium between being socially acceptable and reaching for these dreams that I want.
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