Trying to fit family-of-four-communication-hub into pre-purchased bulletin-cum-dry erase board isn’t working. Alex likes his new chalkboard. Hmm…I’ve still got paint…
Customized with…
With Mount Vernon blacksmith-made hook…
With a handy used-to-be-curtain-hook chalk holder…
Love it!
Young sons and cream walls do not good bedfellows make.
But a ‘brick’ wall, chalkboard paint and a little graffiti might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. About $35 of supplies and a drearily rainy afternoon made for a satisfying day’s worth of work.
PS, graffiti is challenging art!
How ecologically virtuous I feel when rescuing half-burned candles intended for the mansion’s rubbish bin.
Then each evening, how gladdened I am to light the lanterns outside my own little cottage, radiating a warm and welcome glow for those who pass by.
This should not be.
Amidst the musky decay which naturally comes at the end of creation’s life cycle, this welcome aberration, giving the house a hint of spring-time-yet-to-come fragrance and a cheery countenance during the dark days of autumn.
*common lilac
Autumnal leaves are sporting scarlet blushes, why shouldn’t I? Knit for winter work wear in Irish Kilcarra:
XO Cardigan from Folk Vests, by Cheryl Oberle. Modified for Os only, as I didn’t want to be a walking Tic-Tac-Toe board.
Sunflower Tam from Knitting Nature, by Nora Gaughan.
I am hurtling along this autumn, as if strapped to a luge, careening downhill at the speed of light. Must slow down.
Image courtesy of clatterymachinery.wordpress.com
It’s not even Christmas yet! (Though it might be as green and red adorn shop shelves) What’ll happen in a month? Better start digging in my heels…