Well. It happened. I couldn't TAKE looking and not having, one. More. Day. And the animal rest peacefully in my entry in all of its 4 x 7 exoticness. I justified it by getting an antique, that way, the animal would have already been dead by now from natural causes....right?
|Well...here she is. No, no that doesn't sound right. Here he is...no...Ok. Here IT is. The benches are antique finds, the pillows are custom.|
|A found oil jar lends its roomy belly to 3 dozen roses. I majorly heart all of the imperfections on this piece.|
|Can you say, "SCORE!" This was a flea market find that I had freshened up. Works perfectly in the space. I've tried to keep the top of it simple with a milagro inspired candle old french books and an orchid.|
|*swoon* When I saw this at Marburger I knew it'd be leaving with me. An antique fragment from a Portuguese carousel. *end swoon*|