Pulling through and trudging in the trenches.....
A kick start to a new work week,a new project almost completed and a few more in the brainstorming stages!
Lack there of posts this last week, just not enough time to get it all done.
Pics to come on tomorrow, until then Happy Monday!
Many hours of my week are compiled with consultations and styling for clients and friends.
This was an artful mix of some travels and some vintage shells way over 70 years old.
Finding the loot is also as challenging as arranging those precious treasures.
Here are an assortment of vintage sea shells along with sea horses and starfish arranged in an African rough hewn bowl.The final shot also includes a magnifying glass that I received this past Christmas from my kiddos scored at Anthropologie.
Some of these shells are scores of finds from travels and passed on with collections over the years and to new family members.
Little ones love to see the vast mountains and canyons that you see under the scope and inside a plain old shell.
For the first time in twenty years the E.B. as he is fondly called at our home was a no show!
Other that the proud mum who is raising her brood under my studio floorboards, she was the only showing early Sunday morning.
Though the invitation was there, like all the others which came in the past, right on time and carefully executed. Sunday clothes to baskets of great joy and tidings were not wanted only to be replaced with a Starbucks breakfast, some outdoor entertainment and a little fold able paper in the ol pocket!
I suppose not only my priorities have changed but so have my young adults.
There were no familiar dye stains on my thumbprint and forefinger this a.m. as I washed the sleepy sands from my eyes.No scattered paper trail or half eaten chocolate candies scattered down the long hallway into the doorways of each of our children's rooms.No dog begging for hours upon hours for just a smidge of a jelly bean or a Reese's pieces.No ravaged E.B. baskets looking like shredded carcasse trailing about the living room, just a peaceful morning with no cottontail in sight.
Yes, Easter was celebrated but with family, friends and a little candy toted home from grandma's house the day before.
Our Sunday was pleasant,calm and a E.B. free zone....
I am not sure how I feel about this one as I ponder the weekend over this morning.As I enter the summer season with a college student and a soon to be high school freshman, the dayz of dying eggs and making E.B. may be on the extinct list!
I am hopeful this was just a long weekend and downtime once over, as holidays are fun and always lead to a craft project or door design in some fashion.
Never even saw it coming, time was managed for studying and at the end of Sunday evening a cotillion class was attended by my youngest as he learns the proper way to deliver punch and a refreshment to his female partner.The box step, the cha cha and the foxtrot were uttered as we recapped our day, no mention of fluffy bunnies or cuddly chicks (at least those with feathers and bills).
Our last prom and formal event for my daughter here in our hometown at least for now as we hastily received hair and make up for Friday nights festivities.Only to pull away in a black convertible Jag as they sped off for pictures... wow the bar has been set high!
The kids are alright, and they are growing up.
In the wee hours there was time for a new commish, The Union Jack....
Horses Carry The History Of Mankind On Their Backs. LPP
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