These few littles pieces came with us to the hotel, grabbed up in a frenzied moment of packing.
Friend made bread and jam; given as a gift to us to soothe our panicked souls.
Homegrown tomato, amidst to-go soy sauce packages. Underneath you may spy a homemade kitchen cloth.
These home canned items do us good. Since staying at the hotel I have eaten enough quick take out food and semi junk food to last me for six months. I feel worst about River’s diet. She is the one who is building a whole little body right now.
Star baby I made for River when I was pregnant with her.
And of course, the baby quilt. I am so darn protective of this thing. I felt like I was grabbing it as I ran out of a burning building. Over dramatic, I know, but I could not leave it behind. Note to self: make the next baby quilt brown so I won’t care if it gets dirty.
These homemade items remind us of who we are. They remind us of who we want to be. They help us to feel cozy in a world of chain stores and fast food. A world that is largely anonymous and sterile.