I just love pretty things. I love green ivy and pretty bowls and glass-top tables, freshly Windexed.
I love birds. Today, I kid you not, I had one quiet moment, a single one. Want to know where I was? The McDonald's drive-thru. I was waiting in line, and it was raining and yucky and I was irritated for reasons I won't go into here. And then…well, I heard a bird chirping. Not singing, but chirping, and he sounded so happy and full of himself. Yes, even in the McDonald's drive-thru you can transcend!
There is something wrong with this Home Goods chicken. Looks like he's sticking his tongue out. I wanted to do that (or worse) a couple of times today. Maybe that's why I like my Home Goods chicken.
I've taken two decorating classes in my life, and the lady who taught them had crystals hanging in her kitchen window. They were magical with their little rainbows. That's what I learned in my decorating class. Have a few magical crystals and enjoy the rainbows.
Color makes me happy. I probably wouldn't do well in New York City.
Sweet babies—oldest daughter who is now 22 on the right, and youngest daughter who is now 10+ on the left. Life goes fast.
My dear friends had this plate made for me the Christmas after my first hardcover novel, Artichoke's Heart, was released. I cried like a baby when I saw this lovely gift. I also cried like a baby when I broke the original version of it. Ever so kindly the same artist made a replacement the following year. I was told quite firmly NOT to break this one.
Plates, plates, plates. The other day I saw these gorgeous plastic plates, and for a moment I stood in the store and thought about it. Yes, I actually considered hanging plastic plates on my wall. I solemnly swear to draw the line at paper plates, however.
A lantern to light the way.
A painting my hubby bought years before he met me. Honestly, I love the frame as much as the painting.
A silver brush and mirror that once belonged to my MIL. You can't see it here, but her monogram is engraved there. She would polish these, but I like the time-worn look of tarnish. Okay, I am way too lazy to polish silver.
My grandparents were farmers. One Christmas my husband surprised me with this painting. I am amazed every time I look at it. Such a gift to be able to paint like this!
This glass bowl of fruit came from Home Goods. I love it. I don't know why.
Blogs are great, but there is nothing like flipping through those pages again and again.
You are supposed to notice the painting, but perhaps some of you will spot the cobweb. This creation was purchased at a church art show. I like to think it was painted by some retired lady who finally fulfilled her dream of becoming an artist. Guess that's the writer in me.