This might have happened because said daughter has had to listen to me preach for almost 23 years about simplifying life, eliminating commercialism and materialism, minimizing, re-use/recycle/make-do, and don't be wasteful. And that I'm a hermit and proud of it.
I don't look at it as a wall to keep the world out, I look at it as a wall to keep my sanity in.
Apparently some of that nagging sunk in, as evidenced by the awesome canvas she made for me, and which now hangs in my kitchen.
Simple life: minimal decorating, finding what matters and adding no more to your life than that.
Right now what matters to me is simple food. Simple, homegrown, delicious, easy to eat, no cooking required, no clean up required food.
Like this:
Welcome to dinner at my house. Includes a glass of milk.
These cherry tomatoes from my mother-in-law's garden were so beautiful. They looked like little Christmas ornaments. These gorgeous crimson orbs deserved a beautiful bowl, and place of honor as the main course. My rule is that functional items must be pretty, and all pretties must have a function. Enter antique bowl.
The bowl was a lot fuller when I started. I couldn't help myself. It pretty much turned into dinner for one. Hermits are not good at sharing.
Mac n Cheese, anyone?
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