Wishful thinking is like black coffee it gets me up in the morning.
The cold winds shuddered against the solid brick of the house as the grasses quiver. It’s cold and I’m having the biggest impulse to just cuddle down with a book or finish my Prime series. But, that’s not very productive. So, I’m making homemade mint tea and trying to resize a pair of jeans. ResizingContinue reading “Broken Dishes and Scattered Thoughts”