Moving to the big city has its sacrifices, one of
them being space. This doesn’t really become an issue until you feel the
urge to, let’s say, through an impromptu 4
th of July party. Then you start to feel a little foolish for
never taking advantage of the amazing shared patio space you use to have back in the golden state(like me).
While I wait for my “big” backyard to appear, I can
at least day dream of the patriotic party to be. I’m imagining red, white, and blue
milk glass dishes laying over these corresponding fat quarter swatches (above)
on a nice wooden picnic table.
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