Have you ever wondered about the impact of just a few words?
I'd just met her, and we didn't chat for very long. We could have, 'cause I think we'd have a lot in common. But I'd been away from home for nearly 36 hours and was longing to head back to my messy, "stuft," comfy house where my loved ones had survived without me. (I think they did okay. They ate - I think - and, I hadn't gotten any texts from irked siblings rattling off what the other one had done to them. So I guess they did okay.)
So, in our brief "life's experience" with each other, we talked about buttons. And yard sales. And blogging. And some other things that I can't remember anymore because my mind was wandering north to my stuft home.
Turns out, she's been blogging - with a passion - for a year or so now. She's been featured on tatertots and jello. And on Under the Table and Dreaming. And she's listed in the DIY Showoff Collection of Inspiring Blogs. Whew. She's a real blogger. . . .
Then she mentioned to me how she's been featured on these blogs, just because someone took a peek at her blog. And that, when they saw her blog, they saw something they thought was clever. And - how she posts a lot. Cool.
Sooo. . . here's my clever thing. Call it a primitive hanging flower basket.
Now, some folks might call it a feed bag. You know, the kind for horses. I found it on my way back home after being gone for 36 hours, 'cause I just had to stop at the consignment shop that you can see from the interstate. It had been 36 long hours away from vintage. Away from antique. Away from second hand. I needed a little fix before crossing my messy threshold. And this sweet, vintage, primitive "food dish" for the equine crowd jumped out at me.