And with my brother.
It was horrible.
But he's back! I've taken him in and all is right with the world.
But I'm going to be busy for awhile.
Not only am I still burning baby animals and weaving baskets - oo! Oo! Quick photo of the basket I wove at Marcia's this weekend, with friend Michelle:
Not only that, but I'm wading through boxes of documents, poems, photos, report cards, etc., etc. For instance, I found my uncle's letters from college concerning his probation and suspension. He's a lawyer now, so I figure he got past that hurdle.
I'm surrounded by beautiful things I've only ever seen at my grandmother's. My Hunny? He and my mom and brother drove to Louisiana over the weekend and loaded a giant truck with Mamia's things and brought them home. I'm so proud of my Hunny for stepping in in my place and working hard. He brought home things I thought I'd never see again.
Like this floor vase I've always loved:
And this adorable petrified end table:
Or this pony tail:
I am seriously hoping that it's a doll's pony tail, and not my grandmother's. It was with her baby clothes. Ew. Can you imagine? Having your own baby ponytail in a box for your entire life? EW.
I'm still wading and sorting. Polished some silver today. Placed some really ugly porcelain around the house. Hung some of my grandmother's paintings. This one is my favorite:
Hung the tiny hummingbird in my kitchen where the light will catch it:
All is right with the world. I'm sneezing like crazy because of the dust, but life is good.
Until I write again ...