Capturing Contentment in the Everyday…
There’s just something about vintage linens (for me, anyway). This is from a stash my mother-in-law inherited from her parents’ estate.
Sisters hand in hand, repeatedly and happily walking around the house. I’m not entirely sure what their game was, but they were enjoying it. And they weren’t tackling each other, which is more than I can say for two of their older brothers.
Sometimes it’s better not to inquire.
Ah, now here’s the rub. This was taken on a day when the kids had trashed the basement sitting room with three boxes of various toys (wooden train tracks, Lincoln Logs, and Hot Wheels). Now, all of the boxes were near, and the mess could have been cleaned up in under half an hour. Well under half an hour. Instead the Rascal played every stalling tactic in the book and I found myself with less and less patience beginning to say things that sounded remarkably like the things my Dad would say to us girls when it had taken us three hours on a Saturday to do what little we had done to clean our shared bedroom. Dad, you would have laughed. 😉 After revoking treats and privileges for the nonce, we piled into the van for our general errands. I’m sorry to say the strawberry stand was out of berries and closed by the time we arrived, but it gave me the time to swing by our parish church and check out the Ladies of Charity yard sale (special early bird sale for parishioners today) in case we’d luck out on a $5 bread machine again. No such luck. Instead, my Rascal scored this 50cent truck. A treat, and a privilege, and yes…
I was inconsistent.
Now if that isn’t real…. 😉