We like to keep an eye open for not only deals in estate sales, yard sales, etc., but real estate as well. One topic that comes up often in our conversations is the fact that we'd love to have a house with larger rooms, lots of storage and flatter property. It's not unusual for me to spend a couple hours a week researching real estate trends in our area (keep in mind that I was in the mortgage business for over 20 years) as well as investigate foreclosures.
One foreclosure came to my attention yesterday. It sounded like something that might interest us on approximately 3 1/2 acres of property. It was a nice home but it just wasn't us. I didn't get a picture showing the entire house but I did snap this one. 
That weeping cherry tree beckoned me to stand under it to get this shot: 
I just had to share it with you. I felt like I had little tufts of pink clouds all around me. Earlier I had stopped at a yard sale where I picked up this handmade handkerchief shelf. 
It was in good condition and I generally don't paint furniture that is in good condition; however, this begged to be made more feminine. I had to succumb to its request. 
It does stand straight, by the way, but I took this picture while still down in the shop room and I had papers under it while painting it. This isn't the way I'll display it, either. I just didn't feel like taking a picture of it being naked.This praying little girl is a broken angel statue that I dug out of an old estate box. She doesn't have her wings but I still think she's sweet. 
She's a constant reminder that, although something is broken it can still be useful and beautiful.
2 comments:
I like that shelf better painted. It suits it.
I like that house too. I understand houses that just aren't you (or "us" as the case may be.)
When we were looking here in Madison at houses, we found one other that was a "nicer" house, had some amenities that I really wanted in a house. And it was within our price range.
But this house, with all its problems, was "us". It felt right. It felt like home.
That other house felt like I was visiting my mother or something. This house felt like I'd arrived home.
I sometimes wonder if we should have bought that house instead. But naw, we've enjoyed being here, cow smell and all.
Love the blooms, and that shelf is so devine. You made a good call painting it.
Margo
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