The Festival of Sin is coming to a rapid end and that gives you, oh wide eyed shopper, a little less than three days to head on over and commit pick up some fabulous finds.
My idea of a well planned, thought out space for where my mind can begin anew is practical and may not always need ‘Sparkles and Glitter’.
When you are expecting company, it is always proper to plan what to serve ahead of time, especially with appetites as fickle as these.
“To the ones who still believe in dreams: chase them. Chase them till you are out of breath. Then, keep running.”
Finally, after much pimping up, we can now talk about this lovely kitchen scene that has been ‘simmering’ in the background of some of my latest posts.
Hay Bale furnishings…it’s the latest and greatest thing since mayonnaise sandwiches!
My first attempt at an all white room comes short of the purest of intentions.
Pining for a poolside in Seattle comes with the added pressure of daily weather malfunctions, and so I created a virtual space to shell out all my chlorinated yet ‘salty’ dreams.
I dare say, if this room existed in reality, we would be of most men all miserable. Why? Because I lack the fundamental piece to finish what my kids finally thought was the ‘coolest’ scene I’ve set to date.
“I see the shadows long beneath the mountain top. I’m not afraid when the rain won’t stop ’cause you light the way.”