rhododendron

I've got a lot more love for rhododendrons after this past weekend in Highlands, North Carolina. Morning walks through a forest of them, all crazy, twisting trunks that reminded me of Van Gogh paintings. I never knew the blooms were sticky. Olive was always sauntering in with a flower strewn coat. At first, the squishy brown stuff peeled off bare feet was yucky, but whatever.
Here's to blossoms that don't cling to the vine.

gray + blossom

 

 

 

 

brights

The first picture (found, not staged) is of my colors this winter.

The box of little Le Creuset pots and lids that always gives me a warm fuzzy when I see them.

The cork from a delightful and delightfully cheap tempranillo I sometimes buy.
Is it wolves trying to get birds from the trees?

Just a hat and plastic bags.

Hello, Claire! Hello, Mary! This was when I had just bought my printer and was trying out all sorts of stuff. I do love this picture...and, there it was, 8x10. Little sweethearts in smocked dresses, who grew up to be awesome women, can raise the spirits, so I slapped 'em up on my bathroom wall.

thaw

co pilot

winter sky blue

decorating

The top picture is of my table when I first saw it at the thrift store. It was thirty dollars and is already well loved. That's not Carol in the picture but I think of it as her every time I see it.

The second is a piece of abstract collage I found. "For Louisa" is scrawled on the mat.

Spierlick? Okay. I love this chair and should have a real picture of it, here, because it's a kind of subtle rocking chair that I've never seen before. Looks mid-century Italian. Yum. El Dorado? the seller, I guess.

I saw this paper-cutout piece at the same time as the chair. My reservation with this was that it was a little too girly and folk arty, but in the end I psyched myself up to go back and get them both. This was gone, though. Ack. I'm so glad I took a picture of it at least. I feel it was made by a teenager. Certainly female, right?

The sail boat picture was pleasingly three dimensional with puffed out sails. I kind of wish I'd gotten it now.

I had just had my bangs (fringe) cut.

patchwork

I am eating this quilt up.
It really is a bunch of visual stories.
And now, instead of having the space heater on all night (which leaves me dry and stiff,) I sleep under a duvet and a quilt - warm, heavy goodness.
Bright, too.

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