Most days are a blur in my house. Just like anyone else, I struggle to get it all done. I’ll never get it all done. Life would be easier if I would just accept that. But, knowing me, that’s probably never going to happen. Instead, I have to remind myself to take breaks from the mundane stuff. The stuff that keeps me busy in a tizzy and doesn’t really matter, but it kind of does, because laundry does need to get done and bills do need to get paid. But, sometimes they can wait. Sometimes, you just need simple.
So yesterday, we took a walk to the park. It probably would have been better if I had my wave of Mom guilt on a cooler day. It was a little hot for the swings and slides, so we picnicked under the canopy of a large mahogany tree instead. We chowed down on a favorite of ours, orange slices and happy hippos. Savannah scoured the exposed tree roots for what she called acorns. She kept tossing them in the snack bag, while simultaneously tossing the snacks out. I suppose she thought the food would contaminate her acorns. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and used to do the same thing. Not the tossing part, but the gathering of acorns. I used to play The War of 1812. What…didn’t everybody? I’m not sure how I settled on that particular time in history, I must have just learned about it in school. Anyway, the war always started the same. I had to collect acorns and berries. I remember I used to mash up the berries with my make shift mortar and pestle. I would find these old scraps of wood and paint all these pictures with my berry juice. Um…not exactly sure what that was about. Then, I would hand out the acorns to the sick people. For nutrition of course. Such simple times.
Which brings me to these sweet and simple little pouches. Perfect for collecting acorns or change at the bottom of your purse! I’m slowly gearing up to opening my Etsy shop again and this is one of the items you’ll find there. What do you think?



Aunt Debbie
April 13, 2013 at 5:33 pmvery cute pouch! Love the War story! Reminded me of the time when we lived on Sugar Hill Rd and a bomb had exploded at the military base in Shreveport and school let out early! Your dad and I were going to save the day! Once back home, we proceeded to build our fort from fiber glass chairs and red clay. And of course, we would protect the family with our tree limb guns! I can see the amusement on mema’s face! You got your creative mind honestly!
krisha
April 13, 2013 at 9:33 pmha! thanks for sharing that story aunt debbie. I can see the two of you trying to pull that off.