Tomorrow morning we are going to see this little house:
On a street of houses that sit back in nice yards it is right up on the sidewalk with a giant window into its soul. Built in the 1940s, it predated any other house in its immediate surrounding area (at least so it appears from Google Street View) and the woodworking inside is really something lovely.
Today we saw loveliness of a purely natural sort:
And, as with any change, today began my worry. On the heels of my three best months ever as a craftsperson ( and on the verge of a leathercraft book deal, too! ) I have a fear of falling sales.
I must stop reading Yahoo bylines when I check my mail.
I would like to believe that people need beauty to get by.
Now is the time to trust more than ever in my connection to the divine and just continue doing what I am doing.
Nothing is linear, no siree....