Tuesday, July 29, 2014

:: Two Way Calls

I don’t have a sister. I grew up the oldest of 3 children, the third being born when I was on the very cusp of being a teenager.  He and I didn’t become close until after Mom passed and he was just 21 yrs. old.
My other brother the one I was a child along side of, the brother I grew up with—the brother that made me a big sister; the big sister I am today—we are so close.(don’t hate me for my bad grammar in that sentence)  As close as two siblings could be.  I don’t know that I could be any closer to him had he been my sister. In fact, I can’t imagine even having a sister. 
He and I are cut from the same cloth; well I thought so until recently.

Monday, July 28, 2014

:: Painting the Kitchen and Other Chatter

You might remember I painted my dining side of my kitchen last December—I get the urge to paint around the holidays, I guess.  You can read the full post here.
Eat in Kitchen 20.13 December