As verdant veg with swirls of string threaten takeover, I compensate by madly posting Tweets or Twittering my progress as the quart-to-pound ratio changes. A Twitter friend suggested that I post a tour of the “farm” and house as it is right now.
First stop: the sewing room, a.k.a. the guest bedroom
Recently, a certain someone surprised me by making me a sewing room. In years past, I had to store my sewing machine and supplies in the hall linen closet. This made sewing projects frustrating because I had to first tote everything to the dining room table, set it all up, sew, and then take it all down before the evening meal. Inevitably, a needle or straight pin would fall to the floor and lie in wait for the tender flesh of a passing foot. My projects suffered because I either didn’t finish them or… I just didn’t finish them. There. I confessed. Now, I have no excuses for my unfinished projects, right?
If the house is the cell… then the kitchen is the nucleus. Take note, of course, the canning supplies and junk on the island. This is how it stays, I fear. I am always in the middle of something be it soapmaking, canning, cooking, baking, or some other task. As I took this photo, the last of the squash bubbled in quart jars on the counter beside the stove and the Crockpot stewed away at the remnants of a roasted chicken (which I pulled all the meat from earlier) to make stock. I’ll be canning the chicken stock soon.
Here’s my living room (as seen from the couch). The evenings are spent in the living room with books on raising grassfed beef draped over the armrests, my knitting needles bobbing or the peels of my latest canning project falling into a scrap bowl. This area is also subject to the tapping of guineas and goats on the glass in the double doors which serves as both a distraction from chores and entertainment.
And here is my favorite part. Does anything top a good front porch? I think not. In fact, this may be my favorite space on our property. I find myself most relaxed when seated comfortably and looking out at the goats and chickens… living a country song. Are you living a country song? Maybe you should offer a tour of your world on your website.
** Special thanks to Andrew of Another Kind of Drew who thought I should write this post. **