But the thing I want to recall is that I was deeply, joyously immersed in the creative process, in the limits of using what was in the house or clipped from the back yard. Furthermore, the things I was using weren't even necessarily to my taste. I had forgotten how fun that process was.
|Scrap of fabric to brighten things up, electrical thingy to hold cards. Yes!|
I also remembered how my mom and Aunt Esther would volunteer as the window decorators for a local thrift store. They would go in there once a month and cull things from the store to display in the front shop window. The window always looked so inviting and smart - I wonder if they ever took any pictures of their ingenuity?
I am re-inspired, just in time for the fall freshening-up urge. What about you?Pin It