We survived the weekend festival! Looking forward to a nice steady flow this week at the shop. I'm introducing new Bittersweets. Kind of being secretive about it though. There's a story I wish to convey before introducing the new line of artisan. Stay tuned...You'll like the story.
Birthdays, celebrations, and eagerly awaiting cool, Indian summer kind of days. It's been way too hot! I felt sorry for the festival participants, as they had to endure the heat and high humidity all weekend. Shows have never been our thing, however, we've done it, and I can't say we liked it. Especially when it's steamy hot.
The plans are in the works for holiday festivities, packaging, and extra help.
The humble heat pillow. I had retired this item, only to receive oodles of requests. It's back! I've modified the design by making the pillow longer.
I'm extra fastidious when it comes to scent! Apple and Oak meets those fastidious feelings. It smells amazing! Persian Pear, and Wild Pine follow. So many tantalize your nose fall tinctures, I'm in love with many.
Read between the lines. I like to do that...
Do you live by this? It's important to do so, I believe. Don't be afraid to agree to disagree. Stand up for what you believe in, and don't waver. Hello free spirit...
We've been fall house cleaning. Today I washed all the quilts, and hung them in the sunshine to dry. I love that crisp, fresh air scent rubbed onto a hand made quilt. It adds to the soulfulness when we drape onto our bed. Take it in! It's the little things.
We've been thinking about this.
Love the idea of marrying the two dishes.
Fall baking, and cooking.
Sugar Dumpling... That's an old Southern word. I recall ladies calling me a Sugar Dumpling every now and then. You don't hear that phrase often, nowadays. Wishing those little phrases would make a return, and mean what they say. Stick in the mud, don't rain on my parade, better safe, than sorry, go chase yourself. My Grandma Lola used to say, don't forget your wrap, when it was cold out. It took me a moment to understand what she meant. I'd never heard anyone refer to a jacket or coat as a wrap.
My favorite era, and these little phrases are to die for! My Grandma Lola's era.
Keep the faith.