So I have really found my new hobby! Crochet is my crack! Hopefully soon I'll be able to get some knitting needles and different yarn as well :) I created my very own pattern...Daisies!! Daisies are my favorite of all the flowers--simple and sophisticated in their own way.
Being raised in the south, simplicity is my life mantra. One of my favorite things to do is to ride dirt roads, with the windows down, radio blasting, hair flowing, and singing at the top of my lungs and wayy out of key, with no destination in mind. Due to the past few years and the hike on fuel costs, this activity has now become a luxury and only happens once in a blue moon. I do miss my dirt road therapy. Here in Florida, you're lucky if you find a dirt road. Back home, our dirt is good ole red Georgia clay. It is very slippery when wet. HA, I remember when I was a teenager, my sisters and I lived on a clay road and it stormed up something fierce one night. The next day, we went to our neighbors who had a hill for a drive way, sloping down. My sisters and I, wearing the oldest clothes we owned, went sliding down the hill as well as mud wrestling. Talk about simplicity! I remember playing with and in the dirt as a child, but to do that again as a teenager...yea I definitely miss my dirt road therapy.
Being raised in the south, simplicity is my life mantra. One of my favorite things to do is to ride dirt roads, with the windows down, radio blasting, hair flowing, and singing at the top of my lungs and wayy out of key, with no destination in mind. Due to the past few years and the hike on fuel costs, this activity has now become a luxury and only happens once in a blue moon. I do miss my dirt road therapy. Here in Florida, you're lucky if you find a dirt road. Back home, our dirt is good ole red Georgia clay. It is very slippery when wet. HA, I remember when I was a teenager, my sisters and I lived on a clay road and it stormed up something fierce one night. The next day, we went to our neighbors who had a hill for a drive way, sloping down. My sisters and I, wearing the oldest clothes we owned, went sliding down the hill as well as mud wrestling. Talk about simplicity! I remember playing with and in the dirt as a child, but to do that again as a teenager...yea I definitely miss my dirt road therapy.
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