Most of the time I am perfectly happy with my life. I do not need more possessions, or more toys. I do not covet, and I do not need what my friends or neighbors have. I think this is a gift of my advanced age; it wasn’t true when I was younger. But even now, something will hit me. I saw this wall hanging a couple of weeks ago when I was taking Darcy to the groomer. I wanted it with a passion. Of course, I have no place to display it. My walls are filled with all the pictures I was never able to hang in my apartment in Jersey. And it’s much more money than I want to spend. So I went back and took a picture of it. Somehow that made me feel better about not owning it. I would like to create something like this. What a labor of love.