riches

Years ago, back when I was an overpaid software professional*, I remember kneeling on the floor in my bedroom, sorting out my dirty clothing. I'm thinking of this right now because it's laundry day for me. Then, I remember looking at the soft, rich colors (this was back when I wore a lot of pretty batiqued and handwoven clothing, rather than the gym grubbies I usually wear now) and reflecting that more than my house, my car, my beautiful kitchen... even more than the wood burning brick oven (and y'all know how much I loved my oven) this pile of dirty laundry made me feel like my life was bountiful. ( Read more... )