I was enticed by the promise of flaking paint and happy faces.
You'll have to forgive me, though. This is the only picture I took.I knew it was wrong. I knew you'd be disappointed. Why am I acting out like this? Heck if I know.
For what it's worth, I snapped this on the way out of town. Last time, the sign read, "Free rose if your name is Glenda", which seemed like a safer bet than Heather.If it said "Shannon", I would so go in for my free rose. Do you think he's a stickler for exact spelling?
This Sweet Face Petunia "helped" me unload. (I'll save the dissection of my compulsive need for constant, ridiculous nicknames for another time and place.)While we're here, I'd like to dispense of what is perhaps my most valuable decorating advice: Find a color palette for the main living areas of your home, if not for your entire home. It makes life so much easier and eliminates a good portion of the "Should I/Shouldn't I" internal debate.
If I find something in an acceptable shade of blue/green/grey/aqua/white/black, I'm probably going to buy it. If it's chippy wood or metal, I dare you to try to stop me. If I find something in a lovely shade of red or yellow, I'll get excited to help my mom decorate and I'll keep on walking.
In following this tenet, I am free to snatch something up, even if I have no earthly idea what I'm going to do with it. I can buy it with the full confidence that I'll find a home for it somewhere.
Cory took one look at this and said, "So, we're going for the Wild West look, huh?"No, that is not the look we're going for.
Unless you're talking about the look of our feet.
Blue. Green. Rust. Metal.Come to Mama.
Rhubarb Reign is my soulmate. I love them so much, I want to marry them. (Can you imagine our first starter home?)
I was immediately drawn to this bucket.
Mostly because of this label.Allegan, I adore thee. Especially in the cool, snuggly Autumn.
See you on the flip-side.
