Before coffee.
One of the saved baby outfits. This one D.’s. College-bound (the boy, not the outfit!):
[When I was about eight months pregnant, I showed my bed-ridden mother this little vest and onesie. “You’re finding his palette,” she announced in true art teacher/mother fashion. She would never meet him].
Speaking of palettes, on the coffee table, random partnering:
On the ironing board, ready for sleeving:
Bookcases. Wooden boxes from Japan. Classics, hardbound. Some of the many new-to-us things:
this photo taken last night; but en route to back door
A saturating rain yesterday:
what a beautiful home you have Dee!
you can hardly see it in this pictures, but it’s true. I live in a 200-plus year old structure that was once a barn, then an orphanage, and finally a home. It receives spectacular light all year round and is open and airy on the first floor. We love this place!