Sunday, August 29, 2010

Things Change

Well, they do in the den anyway...
This little area in the den is always changing ~ you know how it is. Change is good, isn't it?

This room is a little dark so this area is a little hard to photograph! Don't tell anyone but I've had to use the flash a few times!

Here I have a little chest and guess what's in it? Flatware!! :)

This picture is a recently acquired piece. Each spring we have a historic homes tour on our little island and Mr. Precious and I go every year and have for the last 13. I always buy the little print ~ sometimes framed sometimes not. This year I bought it framed! The artist paints a picture of all the homes on the tour. I love this stuff!

Then I have to poke down a little mama bird on top of olden books. I love my little birdies! Can you love little birdies? Well, you bet your little tweet tweets you can! :)

Here are the baby birdies.

Then I've placed some moss balls under these little stemmed cloches and they're sitting on top of a crocheted doily I made many years ago and you've all seen it before. I think these little cloches may be called cup cake cloches or domes. Don't know ~ but I love them! Can you love little stemmed cloches that you're not sure what they're called? Yes, you bet your little pink icing you can! :)

Shiny mosaic!

I'm flashing here!! :) Just too dark in here not too! I've had fun changing things around in the den and hope you liked it.

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'm joining Our Dear Susan at Between Naps on the Porch for Met Monday,
Our Dear Cielo at The House in the Roses for Show Off Your Cottage Monday
Our Dear Mary at Little Red House for Mosaic Monday,
Our Dear Marty at A Stroll Thru Life for Tabletop Tuesday
Our Dear Artie at Color Outside the Lines for Vignette Friday

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

Here Come the Night

Woh, here it comes
Here comes the night, here comes the night

I could see right out my window, walkin' down the street,
my girl with another guy

His arm around her like it used to be with me,
oh it makes me want to die

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, here it comes
Here comes the night, here comes the night, woh yeah

There they go, it's funny how they look so good together,
wonder what is wrong with me

Why can't I accept the fact she's chosen him
and simply let them be

She's with him, he's turning down the lights
and he's holding her the way I used to do

I can see her closing her eyes and telling him lies,
exactly like she told me, too

Yeah yeah yeah
~ sung by Them