In my younger days – not so long ago – I was in love with all things country – especially what I called Southern Country. I collected hearts, candle snuffers and santa’s. My favourite colours were navy, rust and cream. I wallpapered bedrooms, bathrooms and kitchen with small print paper and hung ruffled draperies. Furniture was pine, tables were pedestal and kitchen chairs had ruffled seat cushions. I had a porch swing, regularly switched out the “Welcome” flags and hung seasonal wreaths on our front door. I stencilled borders, candle wicked, embroidered, cross stitched and occasionally sewed. Homemade Christmas decorations included burgundy ribbon bows, popcorn and cranberries strung into individual wreaths and decorated gingerbread hearts. I collected Country Living magazines and read them cover to cover – again and again. I especially remember one New Year’s Day, in my younger days – not so long ago – spending the entire day in bed piled high with my collection of Country Living magazines that I had already read cover to cover.