September 3, 2013
I'm not proud of it, but I'm a bit consumed with myself this moment. Taking care of my unsteady friends and unstable family and my own chronic degenarating disease, and three cats that of course, defaulted to my to-do list as well...frankly I'm drained. And nothing would be sweeter than receiving a few packages in the mail to my name, scattered throughout the next few months. But no one really ships anymore. Except Amazon and my sister, a real-life, put-together, Southern Living example. I'm not sturdy, so I break down and suddenly it's all about me.