No room showcase. No DIY tips. No bragging about my bargains this week.
My creative side has taken a vacation. With all this heat I can barely remember how to make dinner. It’s a good thing Hubby likes tomatoes. They are the only thing flourishing in this desert we call the Midwest.
So I just snapped some random shots of life here on Croydon Place. We are slowly changing things. Creeping along actually.
This framed paint-by-number was a garage sale find for $1. I love the shape of the frame. It needed a good cleaning and has moved around the house and finally landed here in the entry. The period light fixture was an Ebay find. I have 3 more that match it. They are lighting up the end of the hall, the guest room and office.
This big glass block window is in my hall bath. I love the little window that opens in the center. It has a deep marble ledge that is fun to decorate. Wait till you see what I do here for Christmas!
There are also 2 identical windows in the garage. Oh, and this vintage bird bath was left here 🙂
I finally decided on the basement curtains. The Star Burst won out.
Here is the newest addition to my cookbook addiction, picked up last week at the thrift store. I have decided that I need ALL of the Betty Crocker spiral cookbooks from the 60’s. I have 6 so far.
This is our 13-year-old Lab “Woody” trying to keep cool:
He is a sweet old gentleman 🙂
This recently left our garage for a new home:
(Hubby and Son #2 are gear heads.)
It has been replaced by this:
The garage seems to be ever evolving into a sort of work room/mechanic shop/man cave so I will post photos when it a little more finished.
Here is a cozy spot for early morning coffee:
I promise to be a little more productive in the coming weeks; hopefully it will cool off.
I have been dreaming of a good snowstorm, so I have kept busy inside organizing my vintage Christmas stash, getting ready to craft and list holiday items on Ebay and Etsy. I have boxes and boxes (and more boxes) of mid-century “Kitschmas” that I have been picked up all year on my thrifting trips.
I guess that is where the term “Christmas in July” comes from 🙂