I've thought long and hard about my goals for 2016.
Instead I want to have a Homespun Year and I'd love you to join me.
Just the word Homespun conjures visions of clouds of pastel wool knitted into fluffy rugs to nestle under in chilly Winters, rows of jars of sunny lemon butter and ruby red jam in Summer, heirloom lawn nightgowns trimmed with baby blue ribbon and soft pink rosebuds, iced tea on the porch, creamy hot chocolates and hand crocheted beanies. This is what memories are made of over a lifetime, not possessions bought in a moment of guilt, weakness, excitement or for the thrill.
How can fresh home grown herbs, snipped into buttery eggs, scrambled into mouthwatering pleats, not be better than any cafe Big Breakfast.
No restaurant can compete with the ambiance of a happy home and a partner or family replete from a meal cooked with love?