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Aprons

I bought some things from Vermont Trading Co. last night: popcorn plisse bedspread and shams with satin champagne ruffle, a Betty Crocker meals for two cookbook and a cobblerette apron.

I realized yesterday that I have a lot of aprons: two made by me, one made by mother and one made by great-grandmother, one from Cafe de France (belongs to Nathan) and the cobblerette coming in. I have plans to display all of them. I also realized that I know more about aprons, and refect on aprons, probably more than the average human.

Country Style advocates one "finding" oneself collecting things. Can it be that I am an apron connoisseur?

I have been forming what I call my transitory schedule. I am entering a bridge of time to reflect and reconnect with my true desires.

However, I intend most of this time to be spent organizing our home to its optimum, ridding our closets of all that is unnecessary to our existence, selling many things, and creating new systems to filter incoming items. Even if we don't stay here for long, my system will move with us, and we will have a great deal less to move.

I don't think that my writing will constitute more of my life than it does already. I will continue to make my writing hour: the luxury of which will be elasticity. No longer will I have to tear myself away.

I am watching State Fair right now and love it. The dresses are dreamy, possibly even more to my taste than Babes in Toyland, since more subdued. I have a special love for almost every era, in particular: the '10's, '20's, '40's, '50's, '70's, '90's. The '30's I don't like much.

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