Saturday, October 22, 2016

Ain't it funny . . .

I was sewing last night, thinking about how long it has been since I have written a post and noticing how time slips away.

It's been one of those weeks where I have only done little things 

like slapping a coat of green paint on an old window frame

 and adding greenery to a wire wreath.

I'm still organizing the house after having 3 rooms painted

and hung my favorite hand on the wall - IG friends were unanimous that I should keep the hand at an angle.

 A year ago I took a felting class and made the little black cat

 and the other night I got out the felting supplies to try my hand at mice - hey, it's a first attempt!

I used some old book pages and my metal stencils

to create a B O O banner

and took apart three necklaces

to create a rustic garland

to embellish the Halloween display in the guest room.

My favorite addition to the decor is a 1944 edition of the Tales of Edgar Allan Poe that I found in the attic.

I also found my little hedgehog in the attic

and added him to a bouquet of tulips in the entry.

and there's that wreath all finished.

Time has gotten away with me again this morning

 and Steve & Lulu are telling me that it's time to get outside and enjoy the gorgeous fall day.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Breaking the rules . . .

I have been purging for months, am not even close to being finished and have made a vow to not add to my "stuff" until I am done purging.

But, if I can't get an item out of my head, I usually give in and break my own rules.

I saw these striped table runners a few months ago and couldn't forget them so last week I headed to the shop to buy one.

At the last minute, I thought about how Steve tends to spill red wine on everything I put on the table and sometimes candles melt onto a runner, so I left the striped runners in the shop and went home to make my own version.

Quickly painted stripes transform a remnant of drop cloth into a runner that looks nice on the table, but I will not be upset if wine and wax drop onto it.

In my purging, I came across a bunch of wooden bead necklaces and bracelets that are no longer worn, but I just didn't want to toss them out.

So, the beads have been restrung and I am probably going into bead overkill in my vignettes, but I don't care.

I like the colors in this cloth bead necklace my sister bought me in Prague a few years ago.

The centerpiece on the dining room table is perked up with beads from 3 different bracelets -

red, black and gold wooden beads work beautifully with a bag of gourds I bought at the grocery store.

What I didn't mention when I showed great restraint in not buying the table runners was this metal basket that refused to be left at the shop.

Actually, it was a "think about it" purchase and I waited a whole week before heading back to the shop .

Right now, it's holding hydrangeas, but I can't wait to see it filled with Christmas ornaments in December.

I really didn't need the metal basket, but sometimes rules need to be broken.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Happiness is . . .

I spotted this message on Instagram this morning 

and it pretty much sums up my philosophy of life.

Happiness is the lavender trim and tidy

 because the bees let me work alongside them.

Happiness is fall decor in the dining room,

living room and even in the garden.

And, it is the angle of the sun in the fall - the pumpkins look like they have been lit up.

Happiness is making new friends on Instagram who challenge you to post for a hashtag like #plumplaidpickins, 

finding enough fall flowers to fill a drawer

and creating a new look in the entry.

Happiness is crying tonight from the beginning to the end of an uplifting true story

that evoked wonderful memories of our life in Jamaica.

I hope you had a happy day.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

It Makes Me Smile

If you are on Instagram, you know about the variety of daily hashtags you can join.

This morning, the tags #makesmesmilethursday and #myowndrumdecor , got me thinking about how I decorate and what about my decor makes me smile.

You might wonder what it is about this shot of my bathroom door that
makes me smile - our painter is finished, our walls are a pristine white and I love the original 1920's glass knobs on our doors.

The mantel makes me smile, not just because Steve hung a recent painting, 

but because Cindy of Consider It All Joy came to visit in August and she brought me the cute ceramic pumpkins that are finally on display.

People have asked where my primary colors are and I told Cindy I blame her.

The windows in this photo are what make me smile - they were custom made to exactly match the 1928 windows (that are now a headboard) and we love them.

The vignette doesn't just make me smile, it makes me laugh, because who has this many 2's? - definitely decorating to "my own drum".

In August I posted this picture on Instagram and it didn't just make me smile, 

Steve loved the photograph and just finished his rendition of my photo.

Last week I bought a bouquet of orange flowers at the grocery store and I'm still smiling because 1 little $5 bouquet filled not one,

not two,

not three,

but four containers of flowers.

While setting our bedroom back to rights after painting, I came up with a silly night stand for my side of the bed - a striped wooden box turned upside down holds a bunch of my favorite books and it definitely falls into the "my own drum" and "makes me smile" category.

What is making you smile these days?

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