Authored by Mollie Engelhart via The Epoch Times,
At 9:40 at night, I walked out of the restaurant and looked down at my hands. They were stained with pigment - reds, pinks, and earthy browns worked into the cracks around my fingernails from making makeup.
Tins of lipstick and eyeshadow Mollie Engelhart made for her farm store. Courtesy of Mollie EngelhartI had just finished making 200 tins of lipstick and eyeshadow for our farm store, the final task of the day. I felt that particular satisfaction that comes from looking at something that didn't exist a few hours earlier and knowing: I made that. Now, it was time to go back up the hill and put my children to bed.
As I walked, I started thinking about what else those hands had done that day.
My morning started with writing an article and doing homework with my 6-year-old. By 8 a.m., I was setting up for the pumpkin patch. I ordered food for an upcoming event, negotiated contracts, and worked through last-minute event details. I set up the arts-and-crafts booth and decoupaged a pumpkin as an example. I decorated the restaurant for fall.
I recorded a podcast, served customers, made lattes, covered someone's break in the kitchen, and cooked on the grill. I organized and unpacked things and spent an unreasonable amount of time searching for things I knew we owned but couldn't find.
A bull got out. We moved a refrigerator.
I squeezed in half an hour to work on the homeschool curriculum I am writing and on a children's coloring book. I made ice cr
