Can you tell what's hiding under all this gorgeous vintage linen?
I brought it home just a couple of weeks ago from my favorite thrift store. The thrift store owner was eager to see it go, and I knew it would be just the thing to use as a hanger/ladder for some of my vintage linens.
It's hanging on the wall that heads to our household's "man cave." I'm treading dangerously close to crossing the line, but I have a great husband the indulges me!
Have you figured it out yet . . . .?
For now, I'm putting out mostly my pink's and yellow's. The basket pillowcase was embroidered by my Great Grandmother.
Here it is, before I touched it up with a can of textured spray paint. The thrift store had the vintage crib for quite a while. The store owner gave me a deal on it after a pregnant couple tried to buy it with the intention of using it for their newborn. The store owner quickly informed the couple that the vintage crib no longer met safety codes and was purely for decor. (I've got plans for the other three sides, too!)
On another note . . .
Look what I found up in the rafters of my car port. The birds love building nests on the wood beams. I meant to place some colorful yarn strands in the nearby Rose of Sharon to see if the robins would like to decorate their nests with them. I didn't get around to it. This robin didn't seem to mind. Can you see at the bottom of the nest the white ribbon she's added? There's a yellow balloon remnant hanging down from it that she used to help build the nest. Cute.
Robin eggs take twenty days to hatch. I'm keeping an eye on her. If she lets me, I'll snatch a picture of the babies.
"The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness;
but is long suffering to us-ward,
not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance"
2 Peter 3:9