After days up into the 80s, it's a nice, chilly 53 degrees here this morning. I know, I know---that doesn't feel nippy to anyone who is not from Texas. To me, though, it says, "Winter is coming."
This is another gigantic pile of trees Adam cut down for firewood. He'll spend the next weekend chainsawing and splitting logs with an axe. Oooh....so manly. I hope he wears a lumberjacky plaid shirt. I'll pretend I'm married to the Brawny paper towel man.
I love this new shade-Merlot. I DON'T love my shoddy paint job. You'd think that someone with a degree in painting would do a better job on her nails, wouldn't you? I hate having a gap on the edges, and too often run the polish over onto the cuticles.
I decided to go with rosemary, since it can be left outdoors during the winter. I can't find ivy around here to save my life, so I decided to go low maintenance. I think the rosemary will fill out into a nice cone shape eventually, and I love the fragrance. You can see me reflected in my oh-so-hideous painting clothes, too.
I'm making little subtle changes around the house to welcome Thanksgiving. Boy, I should wash that glass, huh? To make the stand, I bought a yucky old cheese dome at a thrift store, glued it to a wooden candle stick base, then whitewashed everything.