Then again, I cleared 13 boxes of stuff out of the basement earlier today, and though most of said "stuff" was books, the hand-made acorn wreath and the entire tub of valentine's day regalia might beg to differ.
She was bought for a song at an auction last spring because I somehow knew she'd be perfect in the front entry of my soon-to-be new home.
I found her all sad and dusty, the sorriest, faded mint-green. Her knob was plastic with a faux "metal" finish. She ran me something like $7, and all that ailed her was cured with a
Who knew bright green would be such a universal, works-with-everything color?
Well, God, that's who. He was clearly on to something with all his fancy nature business.
Santa beard. (For the love. The beard. What is with all this beardedness?)
I guess I went and made a vignette, even though I hate that word.
The books were gifts from friends. I picked up the white pitcher years ago and can't stop loving it. Vintage camera is a Cory find. Cortland came from the Allegan flea market ages ago and subconsciously inspired the last name of Lainey Courtland. Mirror also came from Allegan and used to live in my old mudroom.
Roses, courtesy of whomever landscaped our little front yard.
I'm so practical! So nearly-Amish!
You can call me Miriam Yoder. Or Waneta Stolzfus.
It makes me happy everyday, for free.
And that, my friends, is the holy grail of decorating, if you ask me.
Which you didn't.