Friday, March 22, 2013

Easter Greetings


Hello, Dear Ones!
Come on into my entry and see my little vignette I've put on the table.

When you walk through my front door, this is what greets you.

I just love birds and this is a lovely piece my mother gave me years ago and it's very old.
Isn't the frame lovely? It's been faux painted to look like the wood grain.
Now you know these are lady birds because they are having quite the conversation!
Aren't they just so pretty?

Then on to more oldeness ~ my Gone With the Wind lamp and it's a big one!
I just love this style of lamps and the painting on it is so nicely done.

Now on with the Easterness.
I grabbed a little olden yellow platter and poked some Bunny Foo Foos and Easter grass down!
I love this stuff!

Just look at these darling little Foo Foos!
Guess what? I found them at the Dollar Store y'all!
Yep, $3 for 3 little precious hoppity hoppers! 
You can see the one on the left is protecting her Easter egg!

I just love this little trio with their flowers.
Next I've used my glass basket, I think it's olden too, and poked in a little white flower garland.
I just circled it around and poked a few additional fauxs in the basket and it looked pretty good!
You all know how talented I am! :)
Oh, also from the Dollar Store - those eggs on sticks!
Just the right touch of Easter eggness for my display.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed seeing another Eastery display.
Don't you just love this time of the year?

I'm joining My Romantic Home for Show and Tell Friday 
The Charm of Home for Home Sweet Home 
Common Ground for Be Inspired 
How Sweet the Sound for Pink Saturday

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Morning Has Broken


Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
~ sung by Cat Stevens