Girling Up

I've mostly been busy "girling up" my new house since my husband is only coming home from Eastern Montana/North Dakota every six weeks or so.  I haven't been out buying new things, but trying to work with the relics of my past life, if you will.  I'm dragging old things out of boxes and bins and scattering them, fluffing them (not always an easy task with a smashed pillow), pinning them up on my blank white renter's walls.  I'm remembering the me I used to be in all this mess, and mixing the new me in.  A sprinkle and a dash at a time...it feels good. Somehow all this old, suddenly feels new.  I guess they call that HOPE.  Hello, Hope.  Nice to see you again.