Seven bathing suits.
Zero purchases.
Not pleased.
a blog in search of creativity… and dedicated to my mother for her artistic inspiration
The house next to my old one has a shed in the backyard that was built years ago to be used as a workshop. The owner moved away years later, and the new tenants have no use for it. Sadly, it has just been neglected ever since. Ivy and moss have taken over.
I think of all of the projects and dreams created inside that building and get a little sad sometimes.
I’ve been trying to water this hanging fern for weeks now, but I have yet to be successful. Almost immediately after I hung the darn thing, a bird built a nest and laid eggs. Today I gently checked to see if the eggs had hatched, in hopes the babies would have flown the coop. But when I stood on the stool to check, I saw a head moving.
Great. Still there.
But then I got a BIG smile on my face. The babies have hatched and are still there! I got my cell phone out and slowly reached up and over the fern in hopes I would get a decent show of the nest. I was thrilled to have gotten this, as mediocre as it is. Not sure why the other eggs have not hatched yet. They might not. I don’t know.
We had to drive to Dalton tonight to deliver something for Joe’s work, and I had yet to find a good image for my photo of the day. But when we drove by this storefront window, I yelled, “Stop the car!”
Unfortunately, I did not think to get the name of this place. I was standing in the middle of the intersection to get the shot and was not interested in wasting any time.
But it’s appropriate to shoot rugs in Dalton. It’s the leading city for manufacturing rugs and carpets in the world. Our mother’s family used to own a chenille factory in the 40s and 50s in Dalton called King Cotton.
It is said that when you turn 40 you will need to start using reading glasses – if you don’t wear glasses already, of course.
Well, that is correct. But what “They” don’t tell you is it pretty much happens the DAY you turn 40. So you might as well go ahead and buy some, because you won’t be able to read without them.
Also, you’ll need several pair. My husband has them strewn all over the house. The light was hitting this broken pair (and yes, he still keeps them) in such a beautiful way this morning, I had to use it as my photo of the day.
Dinner for us again at Big River Grille in East Brainerd. We normally sit on the patio this time of year, but it had been storming pretty heavily earlier. Everything was soaking wet.
I knew our next stop was going to be Home Depot for fence supplies, so I decided today’s photo would be shot from where I was sitting in the dining room.
I strolled through the UTC campus after work today looking for a photo of the day and came across this door. I graduated from here, but I went to 3 different colleges. (money was the primary reason I kept quitting and switching)
But anyway, this door seems to be on every college campus – no matter the year or the city. When I saw it, my mind instantly flashed back to the art school I attended for a couple of years in New York City – The School of Visual Arts. Being an art school, almost every wall looked like this door.
I have some fond memories from UTC, too; and it was odd walking through there today seeing so many renovations going on. It certainly has grown since I went there. Another school I attended (for one year) was MTSU. It has grown into the largest university in Tennessee. Who would have thought?
I’m thankful for my opportunity to attend all of the schools I went to. They all gave me a great education, but I often wonder what my life would have been like if I had had the chance (and money) to finish SVA. I wonder if I would be living in NYC now, or if I would still have come home to stay. I love New York, but deep down, the South is in my heart and soul.
I know one thing, I would NEVER be able to pay for college now. The cost has risen astronomically – to the point I don’t see how anyone affords it.
More trips to the former house for work on the new fence tonight. We had to set the last two posts into the ground before we start nailing up the pickets. I had the hose out to get the cement wet and decided I liked the pattern of it against the little patio I created a few years ago.
It was the best I could do today. Work was hectic again. I guess that’s a good thing. Job security, I suppose.