Today my slice of heaven is in my femme cave. Time to start a new project and I think I’ll paint some doors. I have a couple doors that have been primed, but not pained and I have some paint that’s just waiting to be opened.

Slice of Heaven
 

Hoping to go east this summer. Time will tell. My slice of heaven is not that far off.

It’s in the femme cave while watching the snow fall and doing minor chores. Will also fill out (fill in, whatevah) my absentee ballot for POTUS just in case the snow keeps me in on our 1st primary voting day on Feb 28. We have another primary voting day later this year for other offices.

In my kitchen, surrounded by all my tools that I am picked to create nourishment, while also creating joy for myself, and those I offer my food. I love standing at my kitchen sink and looking out over part of my gardens, I’m staring at a real life snow globe. My sink is as old as the house, 1904. Steel. Cool to touch. Comforting almost to my hands that have lasted, almost 7 decades. I can reach out and touch the utensils my mother once he used to her kitchen. Where is she her family until the day she died at the kitchen table.
I used to think what made me femme was found in my make up and wardrobe. But I see now it is here at my kitchen window. You can strip me all my make up and put me in different clothes and I’d still be me, standing here…

Slice of Heaven
 

Newfoundland.