Tiny Touches of Home

If you’re one of my four loyal followers, you may have noticed my disappearance. I fell off the Hey Now, Whoa Now! wagon last month, hit my head, passed out, and woke up in Prague. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

As my husband and I were prepping for our move, I asked around for travel advice. One of the sweetest ideas I gathered was to pack little things from home for our new apartment. I took it literally, and brought little things from home. Here’s what made the cut:

Original art from some kiddos at our church. A pretty rockin’ portrait there on the right, if you ask me.

Beloved vintage apron. To guard against splatters during all the cooking I’m going to do. Because Prague is magical… you lose weight easily, you become the perfect housekeeper, you drop your procrastination habit…

Button magnets. If only they could decode the oven dial pictures for me.

Handmade flower cozy. So that every week I can look like a dork at a street-side flower market buying one flower at a time. (I don’t think people here do that.)

And my tiny art. To complement our tiny apartment. Actually, I’m pretty proud of how perfectly it matches our red front door and red closet doors. So stylish.

So far, our apartment is indeed so stylish, and we’ve only been here a week, that I’m not homesick to the point of lying on the floor below the oven pouting, staring up at my magnets, and longing for home. That probably won’t happen till next week.