Tea in a Bungalow
So yesterday I managed to mostly complete my first sewing project & I finished the rest of it up this morning. I’ve got the fabric for the next two and may end up going back to the store to pick up a couple of more — we’ll see how many I get through this week.
There are so many types of bungalows that I can’t place you on a map. They’re as eclectic as the people who built them and lived in them and perhaps that’s why I’ve fallen so in love with you. You might be a California Bungalow, but you’re not in California, so I’m not certain how that works. All I know is that I drove past you every day, and when I began to fall in love with Bungalows, I fell in love with you.
We start the day with the ever present and all important tea. This tea is Patriotic. (No, it’s not going in the Boston Harbour. Yes, it’s still Patriotic. Shut up.) Then we add a little red, white, and blue. It’s hard to see the white …