For Many Years I have wanted to start my own business, but I have always quit or wanted to do too many things! Additionally, I've had this feeling that whatever I was supposed to do I was supposed to write. For so long Ive had ideas in my head: deep ideas, shallow ideas; but I never took the opportunity toward my natural inclinations I mean what was I supposed to write? How was I supposed to put all my ideas together?
I'm still not totally sure and who knows if my voice will ever be more influential than this little sliver of the noosphere. I am certain of this, however; I am supposed to create. I will not be using AI for the writing portion of my blog. I want this to be my voice; not an interpretation of it.
Some of my pictures will have some AI as I am not a photographer or Artist in the drawing sense of the word but I do have a lot of artistic things I'm into and can't wait to share them with you!!
Will you come on an adventure with me? Can I share the things that make my heart sing with you? Isn't life complicated and sad at times but doesn't it render you speechless with its beauty the next? If so, I'd like to Invite you to the next Paragraph!
Let's imagine that it is a Sunny day!! The breezes are blowing and as we look ahead there is a huge mountain range! Like puzzle pieces the mountains invite us to them! I grab my keys and my Jeep (This IS imaginary) and after stopping to get some gas, we head toward them with much excitement!
We have entered the mountain which has more to reveal about itself than what we just saw so far away! We drive for several miles through wooded area around bends and over streams and down through Hollers. We go for miles--up and curves and curves and up until we hit that spot--that one spot where all of our technology flies out the window; the archaic frontrunner of a thousand journey’s: the dirt road! I punch the gas peddle and tires spin with much joy and anticipation. I look in the rearview mirror just in time to see dirt race impatiently into a big smoke plume behind us!
We finally see the store up ahead. We drive up to a lush green meadow and turn off the road onto another dirt road that heads up a hill and winds around. At the top on a bit of an incline is an ancient building. It reminds us of all the old furnaces in Virginia tucked back in hollows and the old barns in Maryland country side half falling over. We can hear the old songs of miners echoing like a breeze playing with the wild flowers. There's Old Pink Gingham curtains in the windows
and a big porch on the front! Electric Candles in the paned windows are the only light out here at night beside that old moon.
A springtime Welcome Flag Hanging off the front of the building welcomes us into a place that almost feels like home.
As we walk up the front steps onto the Porch there's a feeling that comes over us both: warmth, hospitality, love.
We've traveled so far up the mountain to find curated products that speak to simple days; a place where mama can come to get all the necessity's that make each day of her life run more smoothly. There are a feast of especially curated pieces (that are the building blocks of home and family) folded on shelves and sitting purposely placed on countertops. 
Hanging up on old wooden hangers is apparel that reflects natural fibers and comfortable appeal! As you enter you want to stay awhile; this place reminds you of Grandma's arms; inviting you to create for yourself (and those around you) the same atmosphere of comfort but with a modern appeal! There’s an invitation in the atmosphere to embody the best in yourself: your beauty, your creativity, your simplicity.
Why don’t you stay awhile; think about all the good things home provides! I'll be back in a minute I want to show you something else.....
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