Located just off the back deck, you can see this tree as you walk in the front door, or from the living room/dining room. In Spring, it blooms bright and pink.
All that pink makes me very happy indeed! The picture from inside my living room doesn’t really convey how pretty it really is…all that light pouring in the door washes out the color in the photograph. Or maybe it’s my dirty windows?
For dish soap!!
When I was growing up, my mom had an oil dispenser that she kept by the sink filled with dish soap. Always accessible, and not really ugly like a plastic bottle.
I have had one just like it since leaving home, but I switched to this one about ten years ago. It HOLDS MORE SOAP!! You don’t have to fill it as often!
I’ve noticed in some friends homes that they keep the soap below the sink, you have to open the cabinet, reach down, pick it up, use it and return it every time you want to use soap. It never made sense to me. I use dish soap several times a day! All that bending, opening and putting away simply does not click with my natural laziness. I buy soap at the discount store in bulk, I just fill my oil bottle from time to time….love it!!
Several years ago I adopted the dragonfly as my personal totem. Because of that, once in a (long) while I will add an item to my personal collection, art, antiques, jewelry or home decor that features dragonflies.
I don’t remember how I found this item, because I certainly wasn’t shopping for it, but soon as I saw it, I knew that I wanted it. It was inexpensive, less than $20, and well worth it, because I notice it often and it makes me smile.
This photo was a little difficult to take, apparently it is much darker in the entry than I thought. My walls are not quite this dark!
I posted one of my favorite pictures of my dad the other day. I also wanted to share one of my favorite pictures of my mom:
I don’t know how old she is there, but look at those sweet freckles. And yes, she’s a redhead! I think this is the only time she ever had any length to her hair, I also think it’s adorable!
This is my dad, as kid growing up on a dairy farm in Tennessee.
Look at that sweet face! Oh, and my dad looks kinda cute too! I am guessing that this would be from approximately 1948.
I don’t have much to say about this desk. I bought it for $15 at a garage sale in my neighborhood. The question was, what was I going to do with it? I pushed it here and there for a while. It lived in my office for a short time, but two desks in this tiny room were just too much. No matter where I put it, it was just too big and in the way. One day it just hit me.
The desk would make a great TV stand!
Fitting better than I thought, it no longer seemed out of place. I bought a couple baskets from Pier 1 and we have been happy with it ever since! I turned the middle basket upside down to create a place for the components to sit.
The desk is older, I like that. The previous owners children wrote on the insides of the drawers, I like that. It wasn’t passed down from my family, it isn’t fancy, it isn’t worth a lot of money, but it is a favorite!
The mirror above the T.V. is a favorite too. My dad brought it to me along with a bunch of furniture and miscellaneous things from my grandmother’s house after she passed away. The truck was stacked with a couple antique vanities, a box of old hats, old records etc. There was a box filled with thousands of recipes hand written on 3×5 cards, she didn’t do it, I don’t know where they came from! As well as several jars full of buttons–she did do that! And I wasn’t the only one to be gifted with buttons galore! I think she bought buttons at garage sales, no one knows why.
When I first looked at the mirror, I turned up my nose and stuck it in storage. I don’t ever remember seeing it at her house, it wasn’t a sentimental piece for me. A year or so later, I gave it a second chance.
I am glad I did!
It’s not officially my table, but it has lived with me for the past 16 years and I hope that I can keep it for many more. I love this table.
I believe that this table was hand-made. It has been around for a long time.
It fits me, it fits my space and my heart.
The vase on the left was a gift from my parents. They picked it up while traveling in New Zealand. It was originally a fence post…remnants of it’s former life are still visible. The drilled hole. Moss that’s still attached. I liked it and appreciated it.
It gave my dad an idea. This time it was a good idea!
He wondered if he could do something similar with wood from Granddaddy’s old barn. It might be a nice way to preserve a little bit of history. He contacted a wood crafter/artist and had them made. I believe that he had one made for each of Grandmother and Granddaddy’s grandchildren. They don’t have the same feel or look as the New Zealand piece, but they do carry our personal history. Our memories of visiting the farm, of the many hours spent playing in and around the barns. For some, the memory of working the farm along side Granddaddy. Of the cows and the farm equipment.
I treasure these memories and am grateful to have these lovely reminders.
I don’t know what this stuff is made for, and I don’t remember why I bought it originally. I think that it is for wrinkles…and I don’t have any of those…*cough*…but for me, it is too greasy to put on my face everyday, not to mention the fact that I have the worst facial care regimen in the world…which is none. I have no discipline.
I was lucky in my teens, as I didn’t have too much trouble with acne. But once every so often I would get these deep pimples, the ones that hurt and you knew were coming before you could see them. They hurt, they were ugly, and were a bear to get rid of.
Newsflash…I still get them.
I have found that rubbing a little Burt’s Bees Repair Serum
Burts Bees does make a Blemish Stick, with a variety of oils including Tea Tree Oil, but I have found that the Repair Serum works best for me. It also doesn’t reek of Tea Tree Oil, which is always a bonus!
Truth is, I don’t know it’s story. My folks bought a furnished condo in Arizona a few years ago and this desk was a part of the package. When they sold the house, furnished again, they did save the desk for me and drove it to my home here in Colorado. Aren’t they sweet?
My dad is convinced that the desk is junk. It might just be. I don’t know anything about old furniture or how to tell “good” furniture from “bad”, like music, I like what I like.
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