Except for this. It is a magazine I've purchased from time to time. Thick, nice paper and once in awhile, it occasionally speaks to me: I think I'm a little old for it actually.
I have always had an affinity for windows. Bought and sold many antique ones and painted them on canvas. I love the crackled paint, but could never live with it. I think heebie jeebies; hold my nose kind of thing. Love to buy and sell primitives, but don't usually put them in my house.
This really spoke to me though. I think is was written for me (though I'm old enough to know I'm not going to change the world.) But, there is hope for the problem child. And, like Candide, I'm off to tend my garden.
Have a wonderful, magical weekend.
