Soft, Pillowy Things

Cherry Sue, An Herbal Wrap

I got home yesterday evening and decided I was quite tired. We had a mock press conference yesterday during my WMD training and each had to answer the media's questions concerning hypothetical terrorist scenarios. One guy who - excuse me - was a blathering idiot, kept standing up and yelling: "What are you not telling us? There's something you're not telling us! What is it?!" I gripped the podium, and as people began to snicker I thought of our Monday Moment and those fruits of the Spirit. Thank God I did. I managed to walk out of that press conference with a good rating and with that man still alive and breathing. Score one for me.

Zoe Lu, An Herbal Wrap

Anyway, home again. I stumbled into the house, made a cup of hot tea, and sat at the sewing machine. For awhile I did nothing but sit, but after a little time ticked by I began to sew. As I listened to the thunder and lightning outside and the still, silence inside - besides the machine, of course - I remembered the days when I would come home to a tiny apartment and wish I had a house of my own. A place where I could blare music and stomp around and scream or sing at the top of my lungs. Hard to do that in a little apartment with neighbors on all sides. But now... now that I have my own place... I do very little music blaring or stomping or screaming or singing. I live a quiet life.

Amee Jane, An Herbal Wrap

So I sat, quietly, cutting and stitching and listening. When my eyes got too heavy to count the stitches, I went to bed. Of course, I took with me my lavender-filled sleep mask and my heated lavender and mint herbal wrap. I couldn't imagine a long day without them...

By the way, the things I made last night are now in the Freeman House Shop . There's something about freshly-picked lavender and soft, pillowy cotton things that make the days seem all right after all.

Enjoy! -Brin