Tuesday, February 3, 2009
It is open to the dining area and the living area. This may change how I think about the kitchen as time goes on. Right now, I'm thinking about function, function, function. Later this morning, I'll try to pop in a daylight photo of a different angle so you'll know what we're up against.
So many offered suggestions on last Friday's post about this topic. Pat suggested that I visit Picket's Place. I found a wonderful and funny post about a cabinet redo on January 24, 2009. This looked very doable. I am quite certain that my beloved would have the very same reaction that hers had except for one thing, my cabinets are already painted.
Heather Bullard was suggested by K. Ashcroft. Heather's kitchen redo appears on January 29 and is a delight.
Also, Melissa at The Inspired Room featured this post on Creative Unique Kitchens, which makes so many helpful suggestions. And I loved the Perfect Pantry post (almost as much as I love alliteration). I really want to incorporate the screen door for my pantry one day soon.
Next Tuesday, I'll delve in a little deeper. I'd love to have an I'll show you my kitchen if you'll show me yours post, but my techie abilities are no match for Mr. Linky. ;>
ETA: My this morning photo with only some of my concerns noted. I'm changing that "next Tuesday" bit to tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll revisit kitchen concerns with a list of his concerns and a list of mine. This could get interesting...
Wishing everyone a fun day!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Saturday was my first Nonni Day in quite a few weeks. We've all had colds since the boys' birthday party so we were trying to avoid one another. After this long, I start to get a little antsy so was happy to get the call from my son asking if I could watch the boys while he and his sister went up on the roof to rid the house of those treacherous icicles and built-up snow. My darling daughter-in-law was working at the library hence the need. Not to be left out, John decided that he'd like nothing better than to climb very tall houses and help out.
Good thing that I was nice and warm inside with the boys who were a bit spooked at first with the sounds of thumping upon the roof and the snow cascading down past the windows.
It's a veritable Thomas the Train Amusement Park in their home these days with Thomas himself roaring his way right through the living room and new wall decals in the boys' bedroom. I so wanted to sit inside Thomas and read, but when I tried to climb in, a little grandson zipped past and held up a hand looking for all the world like a junior traffic cop. He said, "No, Nonni. Not now. Get back."
The decals were so wonderful...nothing like the old things we used to have. My mind's been going in all directions since seeing them as I'm hoping to dress up a few things (not here and not with a Thomas theme). I'll have to see what's available, but I'm certain that I'll find that there's a lot of cool stuff going on since I last checked on decals back in the 80s. I really need to get out more often even if it's a visit to the grandsons' bedroom.
After the cleaning of the roof, etc., the hard workers came in for some hot coffee and the scones that my son had baked earlier in the morning. They were so delicious and the lightest scones I've ever eaten. While the men chatted in the kitchen, my daughter, the boys, and I hung out on the sofa where we counted and counted and counted some more.
This is a little experiment to see if I can share a video. It's of our little confused counter (who is counting the pictures on his aunt's camera) and our extremely focused reader. You'll hear the men talking in low rumbles in the background and my chuckles at the grand's speech. Well, see below as the experiment didn't work out quite the way I expected and now I'll just have two posts on this topic or work on figuring out something else... I refuse to tear my hair out over this!
Have a great Monday...
Sunday, February 1, 2009
God has a job, too. It's to protect you, to provide for all your needs, to make sure that one day runs into another and your heart keeps a steady rhythm and you have all the air you need to breathe. His shoulders are big and His arms are long. There's nothing you need that He can't provide, whether it's finances, health, a comforting word, or even a bottle of corn syrup...
We have only one job, and that's to hold His hand. That's it. Under "Duties and responsibilities of the child of God," there's just a single line written: "Hold tight." The minute we let go is the minute all the stewing and fretting begins. We start panicking, and the next thing you know, we're off trying to run our lives again. His hand is still there — open, waiting — but we don't notice because we're too busy trying to keep all the bad things at bay. We're swatting at foes, both real and imagined, and scanning the skies for approaching storms.
It's all so unnecessary. The fix is simple: walk back to Jesus and put your hand in His. Start trusting again. Rest. ~excerpt from a Whisper in Winter by Shannon Woodward
Be merciful and gracious to me, O God, be merciful and gracious to me, for my soul takes refuge and finds shelter and confidence in You; yes, in the shadow of Your wings will I take refuge and be confident until calamities and destructive storms are passed.
I will cry to God Most High, Who performs on my behalf and rewards me [Who brings to pass His purposes for me and surely completes them]!
He will send from heaven and save me from the slanders and reproaches of him who would trample me down or swallow me up, and He will put him to shame. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]! God will send forth His mercy and loving-kindness and His truth and faithfulness. Psalm 57:1–3 Amplified
Praying rest for your hearts, minds, bodies, and spirits today...
Saturday, January 31, 2009
As you can see, I've been at it again. This began all over when I visited Linds and saw her bloglift. I immediately noticed how calm the background was and how easy the page loaded, etc.
The wonderful thing about Cutest Blogs on the Block is that all the information for doing one's own blog is there. I followed directions to the letter and I'm pleased that things have calmed down considerably here. The former background from Cutest Blogs was a bit busy with the green and yellow. The green was a nod in John's direction as that is his favorite color. I think he was a little indignant when I reminded him that my color is yellow. He said that green was the color of new life. I asked him what the color of yellow was and he told me "bananas!"
In order to use a background of one's own creating, you must have a Photobucket account. (Perhaps other photo hosting sites also work.) I've had such an account for years, but was not using it for anything related to my blog. Imagine my surprise when I discovered all the incredible new features there. You'll definitely want to check it out. If you've ever wanted to do your own facelift...just saying! You'll find everything you need via the EDIT button once there.
I'm off on Nonni duty today... Reporting from the Haven snuggled down in the snow....Enjoy your Saturday!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Is it possible that I've been hanging out at Linda's Restyled Home too much? She has a thing for beautiful shades of blue and I think that I've caught it.
The thing is that I've spent years trying to avoid blue. The first home that I owned had a hideous blue kitchen...depressing and unattractive. The seeds of intense blue dislike were sown. My current office has blue wallpaper...depressing and unattractive. The roots go deep.
Now I find myself discussing the kitchen cabinets with "the carpenter" deciding what we can do as a redo without a major remodel. I watch him as he ponders the possibilites. I question him. He says he's "just thinking." Though I'm ready to move beyond that stage to the doing, I'll slow down for him because he always has good thoughts and when he's ready, he'll be ready.
If you were to paint your kitchen cabinets, what color would you choose? What type of hardware would you select? What countertop material would you like? If you couldn't have what you really wanted, what might you take as a less-expensive alternative? One last thing...have you seen a kitchen redo in Blogdom lately that you think I'd enjoy seeing? Thanks for your help!
Have a great Friday...
Thursday, January 29, 2009
When the 400 number came up right in the middle of holiday preparations and busyness, I decided that I would allow it to pass by without comment. Now that I have some extra time on my hands, I would love to have another apron giveaway celebrating both my 400th and 500th posts. So, if you'd like to leave a comment on this post and only this post, please do. This is limited to those who have a blog, but not limited to location so feel free to leave a comment no matter that you live in East IshBish. Just one request, do not comment on your blogs or link back to me. This is only for the gal (or guy) who wanders in and finds it on her own! I'm keeping comments open for one week. When you see comments closed, all those who've commented (once is enough) will be entered. The winner will be allowed to select her own color preferences so once the winner is announced, I'll be in touch for all the particulars plus a bit of snooping on your blog.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
* Snowstorm bringing a foot of new snow, as opposed to old snow, I presume. (This weather description always makes me laugh.)
* Snowstorm bringing a secluded day...
* Snowstorm bringing stillness and calm...
* Snowstorm bringing work and lots of it...
* Snowstorm bringing a world of white...
* Snowstorm bringing hidden images in trees...
* Snowstorm bringing the noisy plow...
* Snowstorm bringing fresh, crisp air...
* Snowstorm bringing peanut butter toast and hot cocoa... (John tossed that one in here; I had absolutely nothing to do with it.)
Thanks for the compliments on the header. I'm sure that a lot of my blogging friends are cringing because they are experts and they can see that I'm just a pretender, but a gal's gotta start somewhere. As you can see from the hidden images in trees above, I've become a bit woods queer. Apparently, I have too, too, too much time on my hands.
Hopefully, I'll get some organizing accomplished today or some sewing or something besides giving John new glasses on Photoshop. Ha!
Enjoy your Wednesday...
Monday, January 26, 2009
This all began when I asked my beloved to take a picture of my new haircut so that I could share. Because that's just what I'm all about — sharing.
This meant a bit of a camera lesson for him as we repeated an earlier lesson from way long time ago. So I demonstrated by taking a photo of him seated in the wicker chair where he is wont to sit of an evening watching me putter about at the computer. It's kind of dark here in the evening, but here it is...
Nice picture...thing is, I showed him all about my amazing skills as a plastic surgeon via my Photoshop program. So he wound up looking like this...
He rather likes it.
Ah, now it's my turn...
Oh, ackkk! Where's that knife?!
There! Nothing that some serious cropping and photoshopping can't fix. Wait, do I look puffy to you?
I should have stopped with The Carpenter's first photos of me...
Blurry, but wonderfully so. ;>
Have a great Monday!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Here's the first...
This was my attempt to create a nine-inch "beachball" for my grandsons with some leftover scraps from those dozen or so aprons I made as Christmas gifts. Neither of my grands has ever paid any attention to this ball. It sits untouched and has now become an experiment to see how long it will take. At this rate, they'll be 21 and 20 before they notice. I found the directions right here at The Purl Bee. I'll let you know when they notice...yeah, right, sure I will! ;>
And this is the one from away back in October of 2007...
At that time, I had purchased a Butter Bell for my sister's birthday (a green one, I think) and I said that I'd let you know what I thought of the butter keeping system having first seen these featured on the Martha Stewart program. Probably the most pertinent thing that I can tell you is that I have since purchased an additional four. The white one above is my own and I love it because butter must be fresh and when one is dieting and doesn't get more than a smidge, a stick of butter hangs around for a long time. A butter bell keeps the butter fresh (soft, too) for all that span — even in summer!
You can read more about Butter Bells right *here.* (I see that they are having some great savings on Christmas items.) Be sure to check out some of their recipes, too. Now why didn't I purchase that beautiful yellow one? Perhaps I need another... (photo used by permission)
There, I feel better about keeping my promises already...thanks!
(My cold is better, too. I swear by that Airborne and hydrogen peroxide in the ears. Thank you so much for all your good wishes.)
Create a great day!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Aunt Amelia told me about other wonderful backgrounds available at The Background Fairy. Using their backgrounds will also place a little advertising in the top left corner, but that's a small price for a free background. Aunt Amelia says that she changes her background all the time. I can see why it's tempting.
Some time ago, Dawn gave a tutorial on how to change backgrounds on your own (without having any advertising) right *here.* She included some very attractive backgrounds to use as well.
Also, I've been playing with banners at Big Huge Labs Blog Header program where one can easily upload a picture and it will create a header automatically. That was a bit of fun and now when you see it, you'll know where I did it. This is one that I made there without all the finishing touches. I added the title with my own Photoshop program. (I don't like the color match and will be redoing it.)
It's been great fun playing with blogkeeping; now I'm moving on to higher ground...housekeeping. So why am I feeling sad about that?
Enjoy your Wednesday!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
November 1, 2014
Blog: Kaci Hickox: Ebola's Sandra Fluke
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October 17, 2013
Letter to National Park Service from Congressman Trey Gowdy of South Carolina
August 16, 2013
More Mayberry and Less Fallujah video
May 15, 2013
Really? Trespassers at Boston's Water Supply? Seven? From Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, and Singapore? After midnight?
May 11, 2013
The Benghazi Lie by Mark Steyn
May 8, 2013
C-span 3 coverage of Benghazi Hearings (no longer applicable)
March 18, 2013
Fascinating Classroom Experiment
February 28, 2013
Thank you, Mr. Woodward: Woodward is Warned
November 10, 2012
We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth... For my part, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst; and to provide for it.~Patrick Henry
So you have found IT again. Yes, this is the repository for my thoughts through the coming four years: 2013–2017. My thoughts will be placed here in this one post with a date. The ticker of the national debt will continue to fire off at the bottom. Newer posts will be at the top. If you want to comment about anything you see here, feel free to email me as comments here are closed.
Often, one can settle down after an election when realizing that, while things may not be to one's liking, everything will level out. Not this time. This time there has been a decided shift and if you are a reader of persons, you know this well. You, too, can hear and see it in "the tone." Be wary, pay close attention, and stay well.
Monday, January 19, 2009
A few weeks into the course, I would ask my students to select a favorite speech and simply read it to the class. Inevitably, a student would select Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech first delivered in August of 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC. The power of words! One can not read or hear this speech, even today, and not feel a tingle go up the spine.
Even though we've come a long way since then, we have yet further to go. Tomorrow, President-elect Obama will become our 44th President. It will be a day to remember. I think that Martin Luther King, Jr. would be pleased.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
My grandsons celebrate a birthday together just a few weeks after Christmas. This has been a challenge for all three years of my search for the "perfect" gift so soon on Christmas's heels. Our family will celebrate their birthday party today. They are three and two. I am eager to watch them open their gifts and to enjoy some fellowship over cake and ice cream. (You should see how my eyes have brightened at the thought.)
What does one give to grandsons who have everything? Truly, these children are so blessed to be in a family (on both sides) who believe them to be the most brilliant, handsome, funny, charming children ever born...well, since last a child was in the family (quite some time ago on both sides hence the outpouring).
This is what I purchased among other things...
Yes, a train shaped muffin tin with each muffin a different car on the train. The gift that will keep on giving, I hope. And a gift that is unique. If anyone else thought of a train shaped muffin tin... grrrr...
You know, no one loves us more than our Heavenly Father. I imagine Him wanting so much to see us open His gifts and to use them. I have spent a lot of time thinking about what my gifts from Him are; I still don't know them all. But I'm counting on Him to fill me in just because I've asked. I can trust Him that, whatever it is, it will be perfect for me. You can trust Him just the same way. Of course, the greatest gift is Himself.
Enjoy your Sunday!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
My Neighbor's Roses
The roses upon my neighbor's vine
Are owned by him, but they are also mine;
His was the cost, and his the labor, too,
But mine as well as his the joy, their loveliness to view.
They bloom for me, and are for me as fair
As for the man who gives them all his care.
Thus I am rich, because a good man grew
A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors' view.
I know from this that others plant for me,
And what they own, my joy may also be;
So why be selfish, when so much that's fine
Is grown for you, upon your neighbor's vine?
This little poem comes from this book discovered by John at the local flea market for a pittance. The book is loaded with wisdom and I've enjoyed every page.
I find My Neighbor's Roses so meaningful because it very nearly perfectly explains how I feel about so many blogs...each one a life shared. I don't own the beautiful homes nor the rooms that fill them; no, nor the treasures that fill the rooms, but they are still somehow mine because they have been shared. Makes me feel like sharing, too.
Can you believe that another week has passed and that the weekend is here? Enjoy this day and your weekend...
Friday, January 16, 2009
Here's my effort...
You'll probably want to follow directions closely and use the thread that Lorrie suggests as my sheer ribbon does not allow much movement. Other than that, I am delighted with my little kissy mobile. Thanks so much, Lorrie!
Hope that you'll all go visit Lorrie and tell her that I sent you. She has a beeeeeaaauuuutiful blog!
(As I have learned not to trust comments on political issues, comments on this post have been turned off. Any political comments on any other post will be removed. Thank you for understanding.)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Carol of Charli and Me recently tagged me for the Five Things Tag.
Here are the rules:
* Answer the following questions
1. Name five things in your purse
2. Name five things in your workroom
3. Name five things you've always wanted to do
4. Name five things you're "into"
5. Why aren't there five questions? Okay, I'm making up my own. Name five places you've always wanted to visit.
* Tag five other bloggers and let them know that they've been tagged.
1. Name five things in your purse:
-a wallet with no bills just coins
-a video...It's a Wonderful Life (Picture taken Sunday morning; Video watched Sunday evening.)
2. Name five things in your work room:
-a sewing machine
-iron and ironing board
-a cutting table
3. Name five things you have always want to do:
-teach an adult ed class
-take a course in genealogy
-learn how to make a quilt
-write a book
4. Name five things you're into:
-learning more about the Lord and my life in Him
5. Name five places you've always wanted to visit:
-British Columbia is now on my list (or will be once the flooding is gone)
There! Now you know all the truly important things about me. ;>
I am not tagging anyone because you're all invited to play! Just let me know so I can read yours, too. Enjoy your Thursday!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Paint Program is found via the computer's START button... ETA: Judy has reminded me that if Paint has not been placed as a shortcut that you will find the program under "Accesories."
Once the eyedropper has been selected, one can select color either from within the photo itself as shown below (eyedropper tool has been circled in red to show up better)...
or choose the color from the palette as seen below.
Once the color has been selected by clicking on it, the color goes to the box on the left so that the color chosen is readily known.
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone
So until I read Linda's laments followed by Kathy's of January 9, I really wasn't aware of what was going on in the publishing community.
As it turned out, Saturday afternoon I took two boxes of my culled books to the library so they can store them in their attic until this May's book sale. As I set the boxes of books on the bench labeled "Set Book Donations Here," I saw a big box of magazines labeled free. I grabbed just the top one without paying much attention.
Reading it Saturday evening was pure pleasure...
Linda and Kathy will understand...
Edited to Add: Photo can now be seen on new post above.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The beginnings of this post were planted by my two Terris. Yes, they belong to me! => Terri of Lakewood Manor did two posts about her bedroom *here* and *here*. You can see the before and after pictures of all that she was able to accomplish in just one weekend. It inspired me!
Terri of Windlost did a post on Vincent Wolf Tablescapes (see January 9). Though I can't possibly aspire to Wolf's level, it did make me think that I could do something that I'm about to show you. When you ask. Now!
So it all began with this photo...
The plant stand is much too small for its location, but the Christmas cactus must remain there for the light...what to do...what to do...
Use this tiered table located on the opposite wall? But I really like something there by the built-in bookcases.
Okay, the picnic basket (still loving it, Suzanne!) works just fine there.
And the tiered table is better scale, holds the plant, and provides a place to set a cup of tea!
But, and this is where Vincent Wolf comes in, does that plant stand look okay on top of the coffee table? (The Carpenter is unimpressed.)
Both Fioré and I agree that it does. What do you think?
So here we are back where I started with the tiered table instead of the plant stand. Better?
Last week when I was stripping down the Christmas decorations and came to my dining area light, I could not remove it all. I really like the little embellishments and will probably always keep something there year round.
That's it for today...thanks for the inspirations, dear Terris!
P.S. Did you happen to notice the little cloth ball? No? Neither did the grands for whom it was made. I'll share more on that later, if anyone is interested.