



God i love junk. what is wrong with me? my heart actually skips a beat when a i see something like this . I think it stirs up some old farmwife bits in me. Reminds me of who i REALLY am. Lets me know that i'm on track - to where? Don't know. IT just feels right so I go with it like a lifelong goose egg hunt leading me to where i've always been.
xo milady
p.s sorry for the big hiccup in posts...its been a long trying summer for milady. my back - to school goals are to become a better blogger! :) and prolific creator of ART>