One non-running fixer-upper car on jacks. (because of course)
Gravel with grass growing through.
Poorly placed power lines.
Half scraped ceilings.
Half painted trim.
A pair of satellite dishes.
And one woman who has decided that they should come anyway.
‘They’ being 30 of my favorite writers, creatives, mothers, sisters, and friends on the planet.
Because if not now, when?
How do you invite people over when it’s not finished, fancy or perfect?
You simply say…
I’m so grateful for this group of women who can be trusted with my imperfections. Imperfections in my home, and otherwise.
It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful, genuine, relaxing, fun, delicious, or worth it.
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