I had fun on Friday pulling out some different things from my cupboards to get a fresh look. I was really intending to be doing laundry and dishes but I kept getting distracted by fun. So here are some pictures of the small scale autumnal decorating I’ve done. I have plans for a Indian corn embellished wreath yet, and some other things, but I really do need to get the clothes out of the washer and into the dryer.
The books are on an old school desk my son in law gave me. Okay, I admit: it usually looks like this:
A good friend from Arizona recently visited bringing this vase on the right because when she saw it she “knew it was my colors”. So right. As a matter of fact, she gave me the square plate on the left a few years ago from the Portland Ceramics Showcase, where I also purchased the tall vase in the back. Portland has a wealth of potters and the annual show is always a great treat and temptation, free to get into but costly to leave , in my experience.
The plate rail in the dining room has gone quite wild this season. Not sure if I can stand the blue for long. The dark bowl is actually red with black patterning—I brought it home from Tunisia in February.
Just to prove I’m not always garish, I have this oh-so-subtle vignette on the hutch. The copper bowl is a new acquisition from an antique mall (where I was just going to have coffee, honestly) and it seemed to request the company of other filigree, scroll-y type things.
Just to finish and get this whole autumn thing out of my system I will show the tables from last Thursdays meeting (which I told you about in the previous blog but without pictures .) The top tablecloth is from Provence, the gift of a French exchange student we had a few years ago.
The bottom cloth and topper is from Cameroon, the gift of my African ‘sister’ whose son married my daughter.
The other two tables are sporting runners which I made up at the 11th hour the night before.
Tomorrow I am starting an online course which I am very excited about. Creative Courage. I am hoping that great things will emerge from me as a result and that this blog will be enhanced beyond measure. [At the moment it is embarrassingly white because in an attempt to update it I erased everything and didn’t have enough time/energy/ to get it put back together again.]
So tomorrow begins my class and also the preparation in earnest for teaching on Thursday. I want to pursue The Artist’s Way and do the prescribed Morning Pages. With the other reading I want to do it makes for a very jam-packed sabbatical. But rich and satisfying.