They met every July since 1996 - long before any mention of wrinkles ever found its way into their current conversations. Janie and June would roll in first, usually minutes apart which always made them laugh as they embraced in the driveway. Janie’s duffel was stuffed with flowy linen tops and bottoms that she hung on the pegs in her small upstairs room, never bothering to iron out the wrinkles since she said it was part of the “New England charm.”
I'd love a novel about these 3 women. I think I'd be the one with the paper bags full of food, but mostly things to bake with. :)
We need more, Megan!! I'm hooked!
So far (cuz I know I'm gonna love so many of your wonderful stories!), this is a favorite! Such a sweet vignette into life of dear friends. And I love me a great OLD hardware store, where you can get practically anything!
Your writing paints such a superb picture! I would love to hear more of the story of these dear friends
That's my dream. I just recently became widowed and am thinking of working in Maine for a summer, or living there for a year to see if it would be the right thing for me to move back. I'm going to be in Belfast in a few weeks and plan to go to The Lost Kitchen to try and meet Erin French so I can find out how she does her hiring for the summer season.
Megan, I loved this so much…what a beautiful story to put with that beautiful photo! I look forward to reading more…
Aw, I love this so much! What a beautiful vision for a beautiful photo. Thanks for sharing, and I look forward to following along in this new medium!
This brought me a flood of tears this morning. Thank you! The friendship it represents I have but sometimes family and life pushes it to the side. Though I know my women friends will always be there in a heartbeat!