   To me beauty can be found in imperfection. Maybe that is why I love old things. Items once new to an owner, proudly bought with hard-earned money. No longer new, no longer shiny but showing its wounds gathered through life. Looking at an old table, I am reminded of its history and …
Lesson Learned
   I am going to take a moment to apologize to my left hand. Yep, my left hand...the weak one that I laugh at because it has horrible penmanship, is not good enough for a handshake with a new friend, and simply is always used to assist and never take charge. I miss you. …
My whispers in the wind - Charlsey Jane 