Friday's Favorite Corner

I've been really bad at posting these lately. I just remembered today was Friday--and here it is 10:15 p.m.

This is my side door entrance by the garage. This is where we come and go. I don't know how it turned into my primitive corner. You know the drill, one piece leads to another and then the next thing you know, you have a theme going. And when I say theme, I say that very lightly. Nothing I do truly matches. It's just me as I feel in that moment. You can tell some of these seasonal items stay out all year round (from the dust) -- which doesn't bother me.

I had a friend in Virginia that made game boards out of old pieces of wood. Her entire (gynormous) house was done in primitive decor. From the first floor up to the third, yep, three full floors of primitive in every form. She should have had it put in Country Living magazine, but I don't think she ever did. She was so extremely talented. We just kind of lost touch with each other for one reason or another. I think that's how the primitive corner came about. It all probably started with her game boards and grew from there. I found this old shelf here in Nashville. I love it. On top is a book that she made for me as a Diary. I have not used it, yet, but I'm sure one day I'll put something in it. We had a bunko (which I call funco!) game once a month in the neighborhood and each gal wrote a little something in it and gave it to me before I moved. Sniffle sniffle. Then there are odd medicinal bottles I have found here and there sitting in front.

There's a feather tree with carrots and baskets hanging off it from Easter and a couple of small pillows made from old woolens with Christmas trees on them and a few other miscellaneous holiday treasures up there. Who cares?

The children's bench was picked up in Bucks County Pennsylvania where we would spend a week or so each summer with the family. We would all congregate, each Ukie sibling of the hub and their family, all in one big wonderful house that the inlaws would rent out. What special memories. (They then bought a house in Upstate NY--grrrr--and it's just not the same, see my first post.) Oh well, anyway, Fairhope had a wonderful furniture store where I bought our table and chairs and the stools in the kitchen. One year, they were having a "yard sale" and I saw this little bench and fell in love with it. And so there it sits. I found the little mini-quilt last year somewhere and thought this the perfect spot for it. Ya think?

One cold winter, a couple of months after the teenager was born, I started making these cute little cardboard houses. This was one of my favs. It's a little cottage with a chicken coop on the side. On the bottom, I wrote the date, the weather and dedicated it to the then-newborn teenager. It has quite a bit of wear and tear but I still like it. The chickens have lost a lot of their forms and the smoke is missing from the chimney. Probably ready for a little sprucing up!

Oh yea, and that's the new alarm system--lovely huh. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.