That color

 The orange of pumpkins and mums.

And the darker rust from oxidation.

The only thing I like to see during the change to chilly temps.

And pumpkin pie.  Because it's that color.

Who am I kidding?  I would eat it if it was chartreuse. 

Have not stitched in several days.  My hand needs attention and maybe an injection in the tendon that runs from inside the thumb to wrist.  

Visited my friend whose home is masterfully decorated with loads of interesting pieces and warmth.  Makes me doubt my sparse preference which seemed so ..... lacking, uninviting, when I came home.  I see photos of the simple and sparse and I love it, but a photo doesn't convey the feeling when you enter.  Need to think about it.  It's lot of dusting/work/expense that a card carrying menopausal crabass may reject. 

The older I get, the more anxious I feel when there is much surrounding me.  I want calm, rest, ease, space in my home.  For me (the introvert), that means less visual stimuli and distraction, more focus on comfort.   My sister (the extrovert) is the opposite and feels hugged by filled rooms, very important to her.  Maybe I should try this in one area, just for the crab of it. 

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