Most of last year, if you saw me around town, I was in a baseball hat, and a sweatshirt and jeans and covered in paint. Or dirt. Then, toward the fall I got tired. Really tired. So I quit painting. And rolling around in the dirt. Until today. I had the sudden urge to work...
I interrupt this week of love to tell you about the bird. My husband came to me a bit ago and whispered..”um, yeah…..so there’s a live bird just sitting in the coal room” The coal room, is just that. The scary room in the house that is completely original. The coal shoot is huge (sealed off though)...