Can you believe I'm throwing in a post-market post? Well I am. Our day after market plans fell through, so we had a day out and about. Elizabeth is talking about that day, and I think you should go read it first, then come back, she tells the story much better. I'm just showing some photo highlights. What's with me an the leaning pictures? Anyway, here goes..any day starting with this is all good to me
I love this, whatever it is
I love junk, I would have a rusty junk filled (well not quite this filled) back yard if I could. Old grandma style is what I call it. You know full of little paths and odd ball crap. I appreciate beautiful yards don't get me wrong, but nothing gets me all tingly feeling like this.
Look at that design. I love it. And the colors. I know you'd see something like that framed as art in a fancy house but I'd love to see it jammed into some secluded corner of my back yard.
Ok yeah, its not like you'd wear your best white pants and sit on these. But still they're beauties in my book.
I love this poor old frog. My mom collects frogs... she has from the ridiculous to sublime and all frogs in between. So when I see old frog yard art I go crazy. Even a one eyed old frog.
Perfect shutters. And the little pot holders, pure 'grandma yard'. I don't care about being a grandma at all, I just want that kind of magical backyard.
Stuff. I love seeing stuff, but really don't need to own tons, except maybe those old school house style lamps. I would love those.
so wrong but so right