My girls love looking at pretty things.
Like watching butterflies
in a beautiful butterfly garden at a local farm.
I love watching them look at pretty things
from behind my camera lense.
I like looking at pretty things too,
and collect way too many of them.
Here's what it looks like when I look at pretty things.
I almost didn't show it to you,
but I'm working on being more transparent.
I pulled EVERYTHING out of the drawers last weekend
...and I mean everything.
I dumped the baskets.
I dumped the pretty containers...
and I've sifted through this pretty little mess.
I have one more pile to sift through today.
It's the one under the table.
Can you see it?
I need to learn how to write on my pics...but I'm not that techy yet.
The adding machine isn't mine.
She asked Santa to bring it for Christmas last year when she was five.
I've never asked for an adding machine.
I don't want to know how much this pile cost me.
Today I'd like to do anything but sift through this pile.
My ADD brain is a few steps ahead.
I'm on to the next room.
The walls and ceilings are painted.
Things are back in order.
My "impractical, fun, cute things" are back on the walls.
The quote is Mark's.
He'll be helping me hang the "impractical, fun, cute things."
Like the door from the neighbors curb.
And the peely paint broken window frames.
And the skis as my new banister rail.
Soon I can create more pretty things.
But for today, I'll be sitting on the floor under this table.
Looking at pretty things.
Containerizing. That's a word isn't it?
And maybe I'll find a few pretty things to pass on, to you
my sweet readers
who have taken the time to read this silly little story...
that I write while procrastinating.
Off I go...
to look at some pretty things.