In happy time, I finished the latest gift set just before we went to the cabin, and its shabby vintage look matched entirely the charm of the cabin. I photographed the gift set on the front porch of the cabin.
I admire my aunt's light touch in this cabin. There are lots of old things, but none of them are precious and I never worry about my children rampaging through the place (they do rampage). She allowed the cabin to grow organically - there are some truly ugly pieces of furniture, some worn things that I remember from my cousins' bedrooms when they were small, some mall-ish knick knacks, and the occasional Williamsburg-blue-with-stencilled-hearts piece.
|at the top of the steps|
And I wonder if the cabin is special to my family because we have loved it and lived in it over the years, or if it was always a special spot, even before we got there, and we just happened to enter its force field and recognize it.
|Mom setting the clock she bought decades ago with S&H Green Stamps|
My parents are moving, so the cabin was a tiny spot of do-nothing in the whirlwind. My mom gave me a hotpad that I immediately took up to my sewing room to replicate because I love it. I took it along to the cabin to stitch on - I'll share it when I'm done.
|A willow crown. Overalls. Perfect.|