Happy New Year!

I stopped at the little vegetable store this morning, and tomatoes were cheap so I bought a LOT and I am now making tomato sauce in my crock pot, as per my new favorite book, The Feast Nearby by Robin Mather.  It's a year long biography with musings (and recipes) during a time of huge change for her.  It's a great book and I highly recommend it.   Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about tomatoes (they are probably the love of my life), so I am in heaven. 

This being New Year's Day and all, I can't help but think about what I want for the next year, as I've mentioned--peace and calm in my life.  Along those lines I am choosing not to react to my ex-husband's wife who took my daughter to get her nose pierced while she was there on vacation.   I have nothing against nose-piercing, and I would have said yes if she had asked me, but the fact is, she didn't.  I personally think step-mom overstepped in a huge way, and this is not the first time.  However, if I react, it always ends up to be a ridiculous scene, which is not productive, and she's never going to change.  I suspect she does these things to get a reaction from me.  So I'm not playing.  This is an ongoing struggle for me, because I feel like being true to myself would be standing up for what I believe, especially as it pertains to my own children, but at the same time. . . is it worth it when I would have said yes anyway? 

I'm feeling very self-righteous about my laundry today.  I washed a quilt that I made for my daughter a long time ago (yes, it's pink and white), and some towels and they are hanging on my drying racks on my little back porch.  I can't wait to wash my sheets and hang them out there--THERE IS NOTHING LIKE THE SMELL OF SHEETS DRIED OUTSIDE.  I cannot stress that enough.  Besides tomatoes, one of the other great loves of my life is my bed.  I love soft sheets, the perfect quilt that snuggles you but isn't too heavy, the right fluffy pillows, the perfect lamp next to the bed, a lovely pile of books on the nightstand, a clean fresh nightgown, and I'm a happy girl.  I got my love of my bed from my mom, who is the same way.  The rule at my house (and my mom's) is that you cannot even sit on my bed without an invitation, except for grandchildren.  They are always allowed, until they turn 16.  Are there any other boudoir-philes out there or are we crazy?   

I worked really hard to add the word "boudoir-phile"!