i was in the grocery store the other day. i was looking for organic peanut butter. my eye landed on apple jelly. and i felt such a surge of emotions that i started to cry a little. just a little because i got it under control. but the actual urge was to put my head in my hands and sob. and it was absolutely the apple jelly. i was rushed back to breakfast in the 70s and 80s. hotels. diners. those little plastic individual containers of jams and jellies. sometimes honey too. but for some reason the apple jelly held all the emotion for me. like a physical reminder of a simpler time. a time when there was less to worry about. when other's still took care of me. when all i needed to decide was what i wanted on my toast. i'm not sure it was sadness making me cry, just raw emotion. the love of a childhood and youth and a carefree young twenty-something. i'm not even sure why i'm writing about this, except that as soon as it happened, i thought, 'i'll have to put this in my blog'.
today, we are once again having an open house. the little white house at 55 mowat ave in portsmouth village, filled to the brim with goodness. quilts and napkins, vintage books and sterling jewelry. lovely gifts for the people dear to you. come by today, december 9th. we'll be there from 10 am until 5 pm.
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