I love coming home. From anywhere. My back porch greets me every day when I finally get home for the night. It never looks the same. I change things around.
Depending on the season.
Right now, it's all silver and white and glittery. Like ice.
I pick things up here and there, mixing and matching through the years until I find a combination I like.
And I like this one.
It's got glitter.
I think this is the year of glitter. As well as the year of organization.
I should probably organize my glitter.
I got this star a few years ago and it was bright and shiny and sparkly.
Now? Not so bright. But still shiny and sparkly. I can't bear to throw it out. So it sits on my back porch.
No longer an inside item.
Poor little sparkly star who lost its brightness.
You still make me happy. Outside on the porch.
Newest member to the glitter and sparkle club. Miss Shiny Star hangs on the porch wall, catching glints of sunlight from the morning sun. I always turn around to look at her when I leave for the day.
After Christmas sale. Dirt cheap. Best kind of bargain there is.
What's going on inside the house?
Just the best bargain I have ever found at a thrift store.
Sissy and I were out today, poking around in a few stores, and as soon as I saw this blanket, I knew it had to come home with me.
I love granny square afghans.
I will probably never make a granny square afghan. Too much work.
Nana made a granny square afghan.
Too much work. She said she'd never make one again.
I guess I'm not getting one out of her. Not that I run a granny sweat shop or anything.
So when I saw this blanket, I said, "Oh my, yes, you have a new home. Come with me, granny square afghan."
When I think about all the hours the person who crocheted this afghan put into it, I feel sad that it wound up in a thrift store, selling for $4.99.
So a message to the person-who-crocheted-my-new-afghan: You can rest easy. Your lovely afghan has found a new home, one that's filled with love for it.
It will be used.
Thank you for making my blanket.