100 Things :: #80) Wild berry picking is one of my most favorite activities.

I can remember picking wild blackberries with my family as a child.  It was a cherished activity that was usually followed by a freshly baked blackberry pie made by my grandmother.  It was something I let slip out of my life for a few years, but I’m back at it now and am so glad that I found that spark again.

* I do practice careful harvesting as to not harm the place in which I get these wild berries and I never, ever trespass (knowingly – in Montana it can be easy at time to wonder onto private land that’s not clearly marked but I do my best to be careful).

100 Things :: #81) As a general rule, I don’t own white clothing. 

I’m not very neat.  I try to be, but I’m always getting messy.  I wear an apron most of the time at home, but even then I get messy.  I know and accept this messiness about myself and because of that I don’t own white clothing.  I just can’t wear it, because I inevitably ruin it.  If I wear a white blouse to work, I’ll spill my lunch on it or get copier toner hopelessly rubbed into the fabric, wearing white at home is sure to get caked in mud or stained with cherry juice. 

A year or so ago, a friend gave me a bag full of clothing she no longer wanted.  In that bag, was a pair of white pants.  The pants have never quite fit me right, they’re too big in the butt and hips and a strange length (I imagine they’re supposed to be capri pants but I’m too short).  They are however, incredibly comfy and I wear them mostly as PJs.  This weekend, I went out into the garden before changing out of my PJs and was quickly reminded why I don’t wear white as a general rule.