As I was changing my front door decoration from winter birds to my April showers umbrella this morning, something occurred to me. It is that I made this umbrella three springs ago when I first got sick. At the time, the trip to the craft store (compliments of my sweet Mom) was my first real artist excursion since I was in the hospital the previous November. Its gotten a bit battered over the past few years, just like me, but its still hanging tough. Not sure if it is the story behind it or the beautiful, bright blue 100-year old door, but it lifted my gypsy spirits today.
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