The theme for this blog, If you enjoyed your ride kiss your horse, definitely speaks to horses and riding, yet I also hope my blog lifts up friendship and gratitude and mutual support. One thing I have learned, in my years of working in human services and in writing, too, is that happy, successful, resilient people maintain strong support systems. By design, all of my books illustrate the necessity of belonging and helping and allowing ourselves to be helped by other beings.
So, that’s why this post is a big kiss to my mother-in-law: she’s, like, one of the rocks of my personal support system.
She loves Bubba and me together; she loves my daughter and my horse and our dog. She laughs when I swear. Not often, but sometimes, she swears back and that’s fun. She devotes her life to helping her beloveds fulfill their life missions, always with a dose of irreverent humor to remind us not to take ourselves too seriously.
Once I casually mentioned to her that I love toile fabric and am, in fact, obsessed with toile. Every pastoral toile pattern I have ever seen – except one – I’ve wanted to jump into it and live there. Even the prints with girls washing laundry in the creek make it appear like chores are fun!
My upstairs bath uses wallpaper in black on white toile of the pattern called Jamestown. My mother-in-law made us dining room curtains from a green on off-white toile pattern called Country Squire, which suits the ode to family farming theme on our main floor.
But, yesterday, oh the toile that came into my house! A gift from Madre (as I like to call her because Madre matches the name of my father-in-law – El Chiefo).
This most fantastic midnight pastoral toile, called Day of the Dead, is from Alexander Henry Fabrics.
Macabre romance on the window shade:
Sadly, though, the laundry truly is never done:
My Madre made the Day of the Dead roman shade for me because she knew it would make me laugh and make me happy. My new toile shade is a beautiful (yes!), humorous reminder that no matter who we are, we only visit for a little bit so we might as well love each other and give thanks. The next time I get overly stressed or worried, I’ll go sit in the bathroom and live in my toile for a minute.