Well, I don’t have to dream anymore about spring when it’s 82 fricking degrees outside and it’s the ides of March. It’s too damn hot for my liking and I’m dreaming of spring because we’ve jumped right to summer. Sorry, peri-menopause makes you me grouchy when it’s hot. TMI. In Asheville for a jam-packed 48 hours of friends, antiques, meetings and a little sleep, just for fun. Brought a little spring to my booth because it’s going to be awhile before I get back…heading to L.A. on Wednesday and this momma can’t wait. I’m dreaming of spring travel…
…dreaming and hoping the barometric pressure will not read as high in L.A….
…dream of driving down the Pacific Coast highway, top down, hermes scarf and big sunglasses…
…dreaming of a tidy entryway…
…dreaming of fun and games…
…dreaming of summer days and no more school and no more homework for my hardworkin’ kiddies…
…dreaming of relaxed family dinners…
…and dreaming of spring and summer’s bounty of flowers…
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