My workplace seems to have become an office divided when it comes to tea vs. coffee. I happen to mostly pitch a tent in the coffee camp, but in the afternoon I've been known to put my hands around a mug of Earl Grey (always Earl Grey; just like my disdain for flavored creamers or coffees, I'm a purist when it comes to tea). Having a group of tea connoisseurs amongst us sure works in my favor; being given the empty tea tins = a craft project extravaganza for little ol' me.
This tin just happens to be the exact height to fit Q-tips and so with a coat of aqua paint and a daisy topper, it made a cute addition to Harleigh's bathroom. The not-perfect spray paint job gives this a bit of a vintage feel.
"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.