Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
It begins again...
My dear friend rescued this ancient bird book from the scrapheap recently, can you tell? Great big mess on my kitchen counter, again. This one is coming up just fine. A few more layers, that's the ticket. Fun in the afternoon.