Here I come!
TWIGS are my thang!
I use twigs...well...just about everywhere.
and plentiful in our forest-like backyard.
Now, I really dig the window boxes this year.
Well, he loves them, too.
But he can't let a moment go by without a tease
making fun of my decorating choices!
He's had fun at my expense.
So he calls these:
Morticia Addams Window Boxes!
He says, cracking himself up, that it really pokes a nice jab into those serious decorator types who may drive by our house!
Just for the record:
NO ONE drives by our house.
We live at the end of a dead end street.
I think it's funny, tho, that he thinks it's funny!
All fall we've been rattling off sayings about the window boxes.
a little torn burlap, a million or so TWIGS
Then to keep with the burlap theme, what?, we have the ever popular TWIG wreath hanging right out front on the new fence.
It's starting to look like someone real lives in this house.
(remember post-partum for 8 years?)
Our front stoop.
TWIGS in a bucket.
TWIGS in the living room.
TWIGS here and TWIGS...
Why, when my 10yo was 5, he painted this: a Sharp Shinned Hawk eating a dove in our backyard.
We hot glued the TWIGS and whatnots to cardboard for a home school art fair.
TWIGS in a little tin bucket with a faux votive light for a petite table decoration for Thanksgiving this year,
along with a TWIG place setting. (real leaf)
This one is for Marianne at Songbird.
I REALLY & TRULY never took one of our Christmas trees down from last year!
(sits in our dining room)
NO TWIGS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS POST.
So go out on a limb and see what everyone else is doing for SNS!
Have a bough-UTIFUL evening!