Yesterday I was a lovely flapper with a flamboyant fascinator of my own creation.
Tomorrow I’m pretty sure I will be a powerful business woman (rabbit trail: I recently gave my notice at Kmart, where I have been an assistant manager. Story for another time.)
Today I am debating between my fabulous purple cowboy hat and my ‘pioneer dress,’ or perhapse a red bandana, cozy sweatshirt, and jeans.After all, we do live on a farm (as of three days ago.)
OK, the trampoline and the kitties are calling out to my babies. That solves my what-to-wear moment.
Some days I am a queen, and I have the pageant gowns and cocktail dresses to prove it. Even a tiara for special occasions such as tea parties with my daughters.
I have even been a scullery maid, slaving away in a dark medieval fortress… scrubbing the floor on hands and knees in tattered servant’s garb, smiling at the romance of my awful fate.
Who am I? I am every bit a sparkly kind of gal–yet also rough and tough as needed. (I have several guns at my disposal in case of wild ‘Montana’ type emergencies. My worst nightmare is that I should encounter a rattlesnake unarmed. May it remain a nightmare only!)
I love my family, my beautifully rustic 26 acre farm, and the God who blessed me with it all.
Thank you for reading. I hope we will share many cups of coffee together in the posts to come.
“Smell the flowers and drink your coffee”