August 11, 2012
In our neighbourhood,next to one fairy dull house, there is a real British phone booth. How cool is that?
Recently, I bought this pitcher outside the Picasso exhibition at the Art Gallery of Ontario. There was a lot of lovely stuff, but this pitcher has a special story. (Margarita, don't read any further!) One of my students, when she saw this pitcher, asked me "Why did you buy Number 3?" This question puzzled me. I asked her "Which number would you choose?" She said "Number 1, of course." Guess what she's going to get as a housewarming gift?"
I got a present myself recently. A super tiny pot with lavender seeds. For comparison, I have photographed it next to a candy and a tomato. The lavender looks sad in these photos, but now it's totally fine. It has all the chances of turning into a beautiful plant.
A couple of days ago, the rain fell so hard that it looked like glasses were breaking on our deck.
At the moment, my husband is hammering in the kitchen. The renovation is continuing, although I have already done my part of restoring and hanging the cupboard doors. Next week, the contractor will be coming (God save us!) Although I trust in this one.
When we went for a walk in our neighbourhood, we saw this sign. I can't imagine a child who could pronounce these words in a row.
We bought this bar stool at a thift store for a silly amount of money.
I have plans with it. I had two old leather skirts. Which version would you prefer - orange or black? I think black is more practical, but orange is so tasty.
I have also accidentally found an old collection of birdhouses in my picture archive. I decided to share it with you.
The following photo is called "Find the Little House"
I apologize a million times for being so out of the blogging life lately. I thank everyone for leaving their comments. Although it's after 8 on Saturday night right now, we still have plans to go shopping for light switches and nails at the hardware store. I hope that's something like an excuse.
When I look at this character, the phrase that comes to my mind is "Everything will be fine".