My sister Amy, has a lovely, new table. The day I was at her house for a few minutes there were huge stacks of folded laundry on it. You can see her candle/doily centerpiece there, too. And the vase of flowers. So you really can’t see the table, but then when can you see the table in a household of children where the table is grand central station?
It is a new table. One of those farm-type, plank, cabled tables. It is a lovely table. She can tell her own story about that.
Amy is a fearless home decorator. She splashes colors everywhere like nobody’s business much the same as our Aunt Eva did. I love this about Amy’s house.
Don’t look for your picture here. I just thought is was the nicest looking arrangement of them. Just some rope and clothespins and a wall word. How simple is that!
|Summer of the Hollyhocks 2014|