Esme has recently learned the sheer splendor of extreme heat. He's sticking his face directly into the electric logs in the bedroom.
Thanks to my new label-maker (a Christmas gift from Mom) my crafting area is now incredibly organized.
This chest belonged to my great-grandmother. In its original incarnation, it was a hideous tiger oak veneer. I painted it black. I painted it ochre. I painted it blue. I smothered it in mineral spirits. I sanded it into submission. I stained over all that. Then I added a bit more ochre. Then I took a wire brush to it. It was a long, dirty, laborious process, but I really love it now. Chalk paint is amazing.
"The room service here sucks! Maid! Maid!"
My new, very old, Paul et Virginie girandoles. They're circa 1840 and I got them for a song.
My opaline collection expanded this holiday season.
A new assemblage.