This very well could be the most photo's ever in a blog for me... but this has been a "thorn in my side" so to speak lately.
I think I may have a problem....
My home seems to be speaking to me everywhere I look...
I've become so aware that I've actually picked up things to purchase and realized it was "speaking" to me and I didn't need anymore "talk" at my house so I put it back!
I became most aware of this problem in my 9x6 utility room...
Maxine sits on a shelf next to the dryer with a whole tablet of messages...(if you can't read this terrible shot, it says "when life hands you lemons ask for tequila and salt")
and just in case you weren't sure what room you were in or where to "drop your drawers"...
yet another reminder that also holds the laundry powders....
and also from the utility room, a sign my beloved hung over the entrance to the garage...
On to the kitchen...
On to the kitchen...
a Caton find...
a BUNKO gift... (actually it's a box)
a flea market find...
a resale store bargain (in case you can't read it..."There's nothing like the pity patty of little feet....going home!")
Estate sale goodie...
thermometer collection with two little plaques I've had forever.
boy this one is right on...
a box from Ross....who couldn't pass up a box that said it was needful???
blocks on the mantle that let you say whatever you like in this verbal house....
another BUNKO win...in the guest room
this one was my Mother's and I ask her for it many, many years before her death, because it is one of the most profound statements in the good book...
Joshua 24:15
1 comment:
That's one of the funniest, yet phophetic, blogs I've read in a while!
You have the house that talks to you...I have the house that begs you to recite the Pledge of Allegience!
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