The Heirloom Homestead was hopping last week with house guests. (Say that five times fast.) Adam and Kim came through on their way to Wyoming. And my dear friend Colleen dropped by for a weekend retreat in the Rockies.
We didn’t have any fun. Ahem.
Or eat any food…
Yet another post about food and friends. I know — this space is starting to resemble that incredibly tacky “Weekend Photos!” socialite section from the newspaper everyone looks at but no one feels good about. There hasn’t been much travel (although I am writing this from New Orleans), crafting or other homesteading activity lately. I’ve been too busy enjoying friends and being charmed by my new city.
This said, I’m keenly aware of the juxtaposition of complaining about hunger and inequality in one post, and being a gluttonous party girl in the next. What? I’m complicated. I am hauling my chubby ass down to the food bank later this week to begin a new round of volunteering. And I’m likely to eat too much afterward. So, hang in there. More meaningful posts to come, and one can pray, more balance too.
And if you don’t like contradiction? Well. I’m fresh out of perfection.
Off to find Cafe du Monde,