I want all the birdcages. They're beautiful and graceful, adding a sweet detail to whatever space they occupy. I've slowly accumulated a few birdcages with grand designs of hanging them in my garden where they'd add a pop of whimsy as they overflowed with flowers.
These types of things always look better in my head.
But sometimes you get lucky, and your mom finds you a silk hydrangea pin at an estate sale, and the latest birdcage sitting on your kitchen table looks a little less pathetic.
I also started my picture frame collage this weekend. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, and I've collected some really great frames. I didn't intend to actually start hanging them, but it served the purpose of getting them up and out of the way for the time being. All the frames are white, with the exception of the two I've yet to paint. Right now they're hanging along the steps leading into the basement. This will not last forever - the first time I carry a piece of furniture upstairs, it'll be game over.
The countdown begins now to see how long they stay up before Terry hits his head on one. Or before I break my leg falling down the stairs trying to hang more.