Gracious sakes, I've been chatting here for over two years now, and I've not invited you into my home.
The wooden plates on the mantle are three of hubby's blue-ribbon chip-carvings, as is the wooden rectangular piece above the plates. It reads, "A Place Where Water Tastes Like Wine." We converted our fireplace to electricity a few years back, for convenience. There was a day when it snapped and cracked with a wood fire. Ahh, the memories of us spending our weekends with the squirrels cutting down trees, hubby chopping them into liftable chunks, and I throwing them in the back of our pickup. Heaven knows where we found the energy to do all that, because neither one of us has it now.
The striped burgundy rug hanging on the wall to the left of the fireplace was hand-woven by yours truly on a wooden frame loom. It's one of the examples of my making new things out of old things.
The tree in the corner stays up year round and moves from room to room. It's decorated by season, and right now is splattered with birthday cards. Over the 4th of July, it was filled with U.S. flags and red, white, and blue flowers. Now we'll have to come up with an August-September theme.
The coffee table in the center of the room is second-hand, found in an antique store. It was one of those "love at first sight" purchases. Our wood floor is original to the home built in 1945, but the tile is something we added a couple of years ago.
There's a small pillow on the couch that reads "Old Friends are the Best Friends." It was a gift and pretty much says it all.
The white mop you see on the floor is our fuzzy one, keeping an eye on her digs. She's a woman of substance, she's sassy and she's brassy. She thanks you for coming to visit us.