I love reading about a blogger’s recent finds from around the web and from local shops. It gives us an opportunity to look through eye of the blogger; what items, styles, sentiments capture their attention at this moment in time? This is my version of a “weekly finds” post. As you will see it has a slightly different flavor.
I find beautiful things around me all the time. Sometimes I go looking, but most seem to pop into my view and scream “take me home!”. Somethings I find are cast-offs on the sidewalk, some are from local shops or estate sales, some are from gardens and some are from within. Each year I believe less and less in coincidence; I think most things have a deeper meaning attached, a part of me waiting to be discovered.
I found this delicate tiny rosebud with an old fashioned rose scent the size of half a city block. I dry roses and rosebuds for baths and tea and this one is no exception.
I found many other roses, which I strip off the petals and leave them to dry in my herb nook. I have a few criteria for harvesting roses:
- They must be fragrant.
- I will not go into a yard to harvest them, they must be in an accessible place (park. empty lot, median, ect…)
- They must be at their peak. No damaged petals.
- I will not harvest in the rain, or they will invite mold.
- They have to be really, really aromatic.
At an estate sale, I found a pair of soft black leather gloves and some linens. Two pieces of lace I fantasize about making into curtains for my kitchen windows, a pale pink cotton pillowcase and a hot pink vintage Liberty of London scarf. I have a weak spot for vintage cotton pillowcases; hey just don’t make them like that anymore! I also have a soft spot for estate sales and touring the homes in my city. and looking through their cupboards, garages and basements and bringing a bit of their home into my home. I view it as a redistribution of energy, bringing new life into old objects.
I found these adorned twigs in the woods. They reminded me of both the color and texture of the lace. Lacey lichen and cottony shelf mushrooms.
No, I didn’t adopt a kitty. But there is one that hangs outside, whom I call Onyx. One set of neighbors call her Mabel, another Ebony. We have no idea of her real name. She is so ridiculously adorable; how can I not let her in for a snuggle? She is my new friend of the week. I’ve know her for a while, but now we are BFF’s.