Wooden Star

I decided the enormous barn wood star needed a bigger wreath. I found one I had picked up at a thrift store for a couple of dollars. I think it is a better fit than the smaller pale wreath I had in the last post.

We have been working on the Christmas tree. We have issues. Gremmie, our cat, was in the tree in five seconds flat. She is about seven months old and intensely curious.

 We may not put glass ornaments on the tree this year. It may be naked. Besides that an entire row of bulbs blew out. The living room is upside down. 

The faux deer head is on the stone fireplace. 

I will do something to him. 

Any ideas? Give them to me in the comments please.

The cactus knows exactly when to bloom.

I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving.

We did.

Olive

Bottlebrush Trees & Vintage Trucks

 A vintage Tonka truck with one of Donna's bleached bottle brush trees lashed to it just makes me ever so happy.

Donna was shopping with me when I found this chippy white truck.

 For a minute I thought we were going to arm wrestle. 

I knew I could take her though as she just had some shoulder trouble.

 The two pretties together on the coffee table. I hope Gremmie, our cat, does not eat the trees.

Here is the five foot wide star made from barn wood.

 It is not perfectly centered but we used the nail the quatrefoil mirror was hung on.

To see how Donna bleaches the trees visit her blog Distressed Donna Down Home here.

I don't bleach trees I simply buy trees from Donna's booth. 

Much easier for me.

joy and peace

Olive

Barn Door Tall Tale

This barn door has a story of a junking woman and a fine persistent man to tell. 

I do apologize for my grainy iPhone images. 

I  had seen the seven foot tall barn door with it's wonderful intact rusty hinges six days before and hesitated to buy it. I left the store thinking about it. I nearly called, Steve, the owner of the store on Monday last to give him a credit card number. But I held off. I had never purchased a barn door before. That gives one reason to think.

Then Donna @Distressed Donna Down Home (her post today is about our day) and I went to pick up some items from Warrenton, Georgia. On the way back we stopped by Steve's store, Uncle Junks, and the barn door was still there. I bought it. Wee. 

That was merely the beginning of the adventure. Joe was to pick the barn door up on the way to the yellow house. I called Steve but he forgot and closed early. Joe, not being one to give up, found someone to give loose directions to Steve's house. Joe drives far out into the countryside in the dark on a dirt road. He stops and asks an elderly couple, sitting on a porch, if he was going the right way. They didn't know but they get their grandson to assist in the search. 

The young man hops in Joe's truck. The two of them go to another house. It was the wrong house. Again. But the dear lady there made some phone calls for Joe. Small towns are cool. Yes? Eventually they located Steve's house. I am sure he was surprised by Joe's persistence but he drove back to the store and loaded the barn door into Joe's truck.

You see yet another reason why I married Joe.

I may or may not be banned from Steve's store.

Many thanks to Steve and Joe.

Lastly, this is the five foot long star made from barn wood I picked up in Warrenton @ Mimi T's. It was too large to fit in the Jeep so we tied it to the roof, mostly, with ribbon. Joe looked at that ribbon and raised his eyebrows. I simply said "girl power."

Thanks Holly from Mimi T's.

I'll show the star again soon. 

Hanging in our living room.

 If the barn door is still in our booth I will try for better images.

Happy Thanksgiving

Olive