Give Me Strength, Coveralls

Fashion forward.

Dear Dungarees,

I don’t want to brag but we made it through the first week of school without incident and I got my first pair of coveralls. Suck it fashion magazines. Farm fresh runway right here. The most magnificent coveralls have been hiding against the wall in the men’s section of Fords Department store!

And now…the great abyss beckons me. The pole barn. *gasp*. The place where dreams go to die. Since our tiny house does not have enough space for all our mementos, we keep them in this metal barn until time and usefulness decide what we keep and what we discard. My life is in need of organization. Gah. Such an effort. The idea of intentionally arranging our part of the barn chaos makes me feel equally motivated and nauseous.

If I’m not back by dinner send Lassie.

And yes. Apparently, I’ve turned into a bizarre farm person who has great bins of things inside my house that don’t belong there, summer plants too tender to put outside, and a worm farm (sweet lil guys, they’re tender too) nestled in like a hoarders dream to the corner of my dining room. So be it.

To whatever adventures await you today, I wish you Godspeed.