My home country, Tejas, is known to throw a tornado or two in the April mix of things. Michigan, on the other hand… who knew?! Way to be crazy last night (Tuesday)! Thank you to the sirens that sounded in town AFTER the hail and storm had passed. My tax dollars at work. Amen. And to our friends down south in AL, MS, GA and further… our prayers are with you as you restore.
Internet in my neck of the woods is down. Forgive my lack of email-response these next couple of days. How this post even published is a mystery to me. For today, I’ll give you a quick story and some beauty:
Two years ago, The Boy came home with 6 very sad screens from our very sad rental house. I, being the ambassador for loving the un-lovable of old furnishings, was smitten immediately. They were gorgeous. Before he had even stepped out of the truck I yelled, “CAN I HAVE THOSE?!” He said, “No. No you may not. I have to fix them and take them back. THEY ARE NOT FOR YOU.” But this weekend, they were still sitting in the back of the pole barn, still gorgeous blue, still un-mended.
I decided to take action.
Years ago I was gifted a gorgeous bread towel from a dear friend… it was her grandmother’s and, while of no use to her today, she couldn’t just take it to Goodwill. I considered framing it with barn wood behind glass, but it seemed so expensive and a bit –much- for such a simple piece. [It says, “Remember the MILLER when you Eat your Bread” – I know, right? LOVE.]
I gently washed and starched the towel. Then, taking some brown embroidery thread, I attached it to the framed-screen using 7 simple x’s. Easily undone should another option come available, simple and rustic for the time-being.
I hung it, without permission, above the bed his father made for us. I think it’s just absolutely perfect.
If I told you summer through a metal screen is my favorite smell, would you understand? Or would you shake your head in wonder? DOUBLE high-five if we’re speaking the same language.