Christmas is all boxed up and has almost made it to the attic. Almost. The tree has been dragged to the burn pile. The lights have been tangled up into boxes. Each ornament lovingly placed in tissue paper waiting to surprise me next year. My nutcracker soldiers are at ease.
And my house is completely naked. Empty. Weird. Comfortable. Mine. Familiar.
I love starting the new year with a clean slate. I love the order. I love the possibilities.
One woman's story of her little farm and old general store...decorating, yard sales, vintage, trash to treasure, the garden, family, friends, the beagles, the cats and one wonderful, amazing husband- otherwise known as the Fella.