Christmas decorations…what were they thinking?

When I got home from a long, exhausting day at work yesterday, my neighbor greeted me out on the sidewalk.  She wanted to know if I cared if she decorated the porch and the bushes…we share a covered porch with bushes on both sides.  Maybe I was just too tired to be making such momentous decisions, but I told her to go ahead and decorate, it would be fine with me.

My decorating style is more woodland, with berries, birds, rusted ornaments…all of that kind of decor.  I just find it to be visually appealing and restful. Well, imagine my surprise when I walked out my door early this morning to go to work and saw this…

Luckily, I was half asleep and it was still dark, but I couldn’t resist taking a few pictures when I got home this afternoon.  Isn’t that something?

When I was telling one of my friends about this, she told me she drove by a house that had pink flamingoes lining their driveway, some standing, some toppled…wow…I want to see a picture of that one.

How about you?  Is your decorating style more traditional, whimsical, woodsy, or trendy?

The long and winding road to fitness, day 35


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This was an unusual day for me.  I have to work every other weekend, but I don’t usually have to close.  However, the department manager who closes on my weekend is on vacation, so that puts me closing.  No big deal.  I used to do it all the time back when I was a department manager.  It certainly makes the work day go by quickly.  And it was nice to have a morning to leisurely do a few things around the house before work.  And sleeping in was another plus for the day.

I had another good day of eating and exercising.  I ate a little over 1500 calories for the day, eating only what I planned and brought to work with me.  I got a decent walk in before work, did some strength training for upper body and rode the bike for a bit.  Of course, lots of walking around at work, as usual. 

I took a bowl of plain yogurt with me.  Then I mixed it with some fresh blackberries and just a little granola…I’m really getting into this fresh fruit and yogurt thing…and the small amount of granola adds just a little crunch…yum!  For my dinner at work, I ate a veggie burger on rye bread and cantaloupe…I do love cantaloupe at this time of the year.

I did a little work outside before I went in to work today.  As early as it was, I was still drenched with sweat by the time I finished…and I was only out there for about an hour.  I did finally pull up my poor, bedraggled pansies…once the heat sets in, they’re finished.   I put out this hot pink geranium  on my front patio.  Also changed the wreath on my front door.  I had kind of a light pink hydrangea wreath out there…and that was perfect for spring…but spring has fled and I wanted something with a little more color.  So out came the fuschia spider daisy wreath…it looks brighter out there already.  It makes coming home a delight..well, it’s always a delight to come home, but you know what I mean.

So, how was your Saturday?  Anything fun and exciting happen?

Here’s your sign

Sign, sign, every where a sign…

I believe in magic…

Dream a little dream…

There’s no place like home

Garden party

‘nough said…

I just noticed today (while mulling over what to write about), how many little signs I have throughout my house.  Some of them were gifts, some, I bought for myself.  They all make me smile.  Does anyone else have signs all over the place?  I have a lot more that I didn’t include here today.  I also have a lot of cross stitch pictures and samplers that I’ve done and a few that others have done for me. 

I’m not really sure what the attraction is…I enjoy creating decor for my home, so I’m sure that’s part of it.  But I think there has to be more…why do I tend to gravitate toward the written (or stitched) word?  Perhaps it’s one way to keep certain sentiments front and center.  Do I read every sign or sampler every day?  Of course not, most of the time I walk right by them without paying any attention to them.  But there are days when I stop and look at a sign and think about how it came to be in my house.  The ones that were gifts inevitably bring to mind the person who gave it to me.  The sampler I stitched for my mom always reminds me of her.  Others remind me of the person I want to be.  After all, words do have the power to change the world, or at least my little corner of it.

There’s no place like home

When I was younger, I thought Dorothy was crazy.  Home was the last place I wanted to be.  I wanted to be out with my friends, cruising the big city (okay…the small town next to our even smaller town), going bowling or skating, going out for pizza…ah to be that young again…or not. I think I much prefer my life now.  I know what I like.  I don’t worry about impressing other people…either you like me or you don’t…it’s all the same to me.  I enjoy my own company and I thoroughly enjoy being at home.

I came home from work today and started noticing the things I like about my house…this little vignette in my bedroom is one of my favorites.  I did the cross stitch piece for my mom many years ago.  She had it hanging in their guest bedroom.  My step father gave it back to me after Mom died.  It really reminds me of her every time I look at it.

This is another cross stitch piece that I completed several years ago.  It’s in my living room along with a few other needlework creations, some that I did and others that someone else did.  This piece never fails to remind me that we should always treat others at least as well as we’d like to be treated.

This vignette is also in my living room.  I’ve always been fascinated by bee skeps…I found this small one at an antique store in southern Indiana and just had to have it.  No, I’ve never been a bee keeper, but I’d like to do that at some point in the future…you know, once I get my little place in the country.  Fortunately for me, I’ve never been scared of bees!

I painted this bird house and set it inside a heavy cast iron bird bath.  I just thought the bird bath was too pretty to put outside…does cast iron rust?  That was my fear when I was trying to figure out what to do with it.

I put together this arrangement using acrylic water, some river pebbles and 3 calla lilies.  I remember my grandmother growing calla lilies when I was a little girl (many years ago).  And I just have to mention how much I love hand crocheted doilies.  I’ve found several at auctions, yard sales, thrift shops.  But my favorites are the ones that my mom, grandmother and a very good friend (thanks Donna) took the time to crochet for me.  Doilies are little works of art and I have them all over the place…one can never have too many doilies!!

I guess Dorothy knew what she was talking about after all.  There truly is no place like home.