image from martha stewart living
Walking home from yoga class this morning, I spotted something in the garbage that reminded me of the above image. Industrious, like an ant, I proceeded to see if I could manage lifting it which I could. Given the fact that I was more than a few houses away and had a hill to climb I left it out of my head.
Then, spotting my gardener en route to my house, I asked if he would mind picking it up for me, (insert smile, and batting eyelashes). He told me he had seen it and knew exactly where to get it as he had seen it earlier.
Now all I need to do is hide it (from the warden)- paint it and have my carpenter friend make a foot board. So - let's put our heads together and tell me, shall I paint it
black or a deep charcoal?
I loved when my mother used to tuck me in at night. Even when I returned home from college, my Mom would still love to tuck me in. I have fond memories of pretty quilts in lovely cottons like these from here.
Even in Summer, I love a lightweight quilt in colorful charming cotton prints. Would you like to be tucked in to bed or crib, with a sweet printed quilt?
