The title of this post is a line from a poem I wrote as a teenager I think. Was I ever really that young? Oh well, time marchez! Anyhoo... I am posting some corners of my home pics actually on Thursday! Sorry about the blurryness of the photo of the wreath, I didn't realize I wiggled so much when I snapped it. It hangs at the bottom of the staircase, and holds a little surprise. I love sticking little things where you don't expect them.
And one of the current collection on the bedroom mantle, teapots:
This ancient china cabinet has been moved around the house endlessly, finally coming to rest just opposite the front door. I have been wanting to paint it white or something ever since it came to me from my grandmother's house. Daunting, though. I'm afraid I'll screw it up and then I'd feel terrible.
Its just so... dark and heavy. The bottom is full of random china that rattles every time you walk by it. That sound really reminds me of my grandmother's house. Visit the Corners group.
Cheerio,
Jenny
