I'm a sucker for vintage ceramics with flowers on them. This still life includes a handmade snow globe — Harleigh and I made them one Christmas for gifts — a pretty piece of scrapbook paper and, of course, shells.
Found this at one of my favorite thrift stores for $3. I've been looking for a duvet for my down comforter. Didn't have a hint of yellow in my bedroom, but now I do with these yellow rose buds doing ring-around-a-rosy on a printed "quilt" background.
For a wonderfully fresh take on serving a pitcher of water, use cold water and lots of ice, slice about half of a peeled cucumber into the pitcher and let it set for about an hour. You'd think it would be overpowering or fight with the flavors of whatever you're eating, but I find it way better than regular water. I sip it and pretend I'm at a ritzy spa. Don't knock it 'til you try it.
And I love my vintage gravy boats. To use as bowls, eyeglass holders . . . too pretty to keep in the cupboard and pull out just for gravy.
Ever try to find a pretty hanging pot for a plant? Nearly impossible. So I crafted my own hanger of sorts. Took a regular plant potted in one of those cheap plastic tubs. Dug around in my basket of doilies for a round one that was pretty, but that I wouldn't be upset about if it got wet or stained. Took a needle and thread around the outside in order to create a gather, then tied three pieces of string as the hanger. It fits in nicely with my girlie kitchen.
The little girlie is in New York City for 5 days on a school senior girl discipleship leader trip. Gideon is at the groomer's. It's rainy and chilly here. Tomorrow is a big crafting day at Chateau Gahan. Ali the bride, her mom, and two friends are coming over. So today I'm cleaning, putting a nice lunch together for us and enjoying a day of nesting. This past week at work was a bear, and I'm glad to be doing simple, happy chores.
What a craft-filled extravaganza of a weekend! Unfortunately I can't share any of it because it was all about the hand-crafted invitations to Ali's wedding shower. And I don't want to spoil the surprise for her. Let's just say that putting my heart, hands and head into these simple little shower invites was so much fun! Can't wait to share them (and the shower pix — coming up February 6 here at Chateau Gahan)!!
In the meantime, a thrift store pit stop this weekend landed me this $3 ceramic parakeet. Not the real bird I hope to have one day, but it sure is pretty!
This is what has shut down Atlanta. The snow isn't the big deal, though, it's the ice. There was a 27-car pile-up on the interstate this morning; luckily no one was seriously injured. I'm working from home, Harleigh (from a trip to the library yesterday) is planning on staying in bed reading all day, and Gideon is splitting his time between snuggling and snowy frolics.
And today gives me a good excuse to bring Harleigh breakfast and lunch in bed. Isn't a warm muffin always better on a paper doily?
Yesterday here in the ATL it was soooooo cold. When I came home I had a gazillion things to do, but it's tough to do laundry or work on craft projects while wrapped in a blanket. So I got a batch of blueberry muffins made and then cozied up in my chair with the new Rachel Ashwell book. Got it for Christmas and I've looked at it, from cover to cover, at least three times. That, and Thrifty Chic (by Liz Bauwens and Alexandra Campbell) — a Christmas gift to myself! — have kept me off task more times than I care to admit!
And reading any book always takes me longer than it should simply because Gideon insists on playing drop, toss and fetch. How can I not resist this face????
My sister and her family (including Tank the black pug) sent Gideon a giant stuffed Santa "ball" for Christmas. He loves it. It's as big as his own head. Sidebar: Sometimes Harleigh and I forget just how big a dog we have. We've had him since he was a little tyke, and we cuddle with him now as if he's a little baby. But take a look at those paws. He's a mix between a polar bear and a lion.
We'll be hauling it off to the fire station Christmas-tree drop off this evening. In the meantime, the lights are boxed up, candy canes tossed, the ball fringe is no longer a pretty garland, and I'm missing the Christmas season already.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.