Where was I going with this?
The wreath. I made this probably 5 years ago, which may explain its notably faded hue. I think I like the faded hue... I don't remember where I ever got the notion to do this, but I cut the heart out of styrofoam, free-hand, lined it with moss, then hot-glued silk ranunculus blooms into the base. I really thought it was the lovliest thing. I still rather like it, although at this point it's equal parts pretty and nostalgia. Without the nostalgia, I'm not sure I would be compelled to dig it out of the basement each February.
What, where in the heck was I going with this???
OK, who spies my garage? I do. It's tan with a brick-red bottom. I love this garage, I do. Well no, I don't. I like that I have a garage, but not necessarily this one...because truly, who builds a new garage and paints it tan and brick red - when the two barns and the house are all white? Who does this? Who????
Finally,who spies the Christmas bulbs still hanging from my window? I do. Ugh. I do. They are still there, as we speak. Cory hammered them right into the top of the window trim and needs to pry them off. Sometimes I forget that they're even there...they are pretty. But on days like today, when it's 60+ degrees and I'm reaching past them to open the window, it just feels wrong. It makes me feel like my Aunt Carol, who used to pride herself in not taking down the tree until Easter. I'm really just 2 or 3 steps away, at this point...
Anyway, happy Valentine's week Tuesday. I hope I am inspiring at least someone out there to find a way to celebrate.