I found these two books from the 1830's last year at an antique festival here in Louisiana. Wouldn't it be lovely if people still wrote like that? My chicken scratch is far from the elegant and graceful characters seen on these pages. Perhaps I should have listened to my mother and practiced my penmanship.
Also, this week I finally got around to hanging up the mink grading boards I purchased last year. I love them next to my ticking stripe rocking chair that Gregory gave me when I was pregnant.
My house is starting to look like a cabin and I'm okay with that.
I'm a big fan of cabin porn.